her / pov

her knees were raw

from where she'd landed

many crashed into her in this hallway

and she looked up at the boy

into his eyes

a mixture of gold and green

like dots of sunlight through

densely gathered leaves

(bitterness)

he would not help her up

(just like the others)

him / pov

he stooped down and gathered

the scattered pieces of paper

bunched all the pens

and a single paint brush

into one pile in his hand

his gaze trailed over the sketches

and scribbled elegance

at a story drawn

between the spaces of the lines

spaces filled with tragic beauty

he looked down at the girl

into her dark eyes

the memory of her face mixed with the scent of old books

like a footprint in his mind

slowly he stretched out a hand to help her up

and after a pause,

she took it

(together they walked to the english classroom)

them / pov

in the moment they collided

of the pens and pencils that flew

of stained paper colored red and blue

of scribbles like uneven stanzas between the lines

of a poem that rhymed

(like this one)

and in the moment their eyes met

they understood that they were both scribbles

of a sketched collision drawn on paper into a story

though neither believed in books with heroic glory

(though they are in one)