Melancholy

She sighed a deep sigh like the moan of a violin, then put in her earphones as if to shut out the world. She then looked out of the bus's window and watched the rain hit the window, slide down, then disappear later on. Everything about her made him pity for the first time. He was also lonely, but she was a sad story that never ended. Or ended to early, the was later forgotten. No, scratch that out. She was more of a mystery then she was sad. She always made him curious whenever she smiled. Her lips trembled whenever she smile, as if it hurt. "Does it hurt to smile?", he'd wonder, "Does it hurt to lie?". And those eyes. Those sad, dull eyes that'd suck you in once you looked into them. Those were the same eyes he saw that day. It was raining and he was walking home with an umbrella, when he saw her. She was hugging her knees tight to her chest under a scary Oak tree. She had the same headphones and hoody on to. He had decided to ignore her, hoping she wouldn't notice him. But when she turned to face him, he couldn't leave. Ever since, he could never tell if it was the rain or if she was actually crying. But he's not pitying her anymore. In fact, he's more annoyed with her now. Ever since he gave her his umbrella on that rainy day, you'd at least excpect a reply. Even if it was just a simple hello, anything was good enough. That smile she gave him that day melted his heart. And it wasn't a fake smile either. It was an actual real smile, and you could tell because her eyes were smiling to. Ever since then, he could never get her out of his head. It was impossible. No matter how hard he tried, it was just impossible. It drove him crazy. This feeling drove him crazy. The feeling that makes your heart beat like crazy when you see the one you love, the feeling that makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment whenever they're near you, the feeling that makes you think of that person every minute of the day. No, every second of the day. And while she was the only thing in his head all day, she probably wasn't even thinking about him. Now, he pitied himself.