He walked into class on the first day late. She had her head hung low pretending to write in her notebook to try and not get noticed by anyone. She heard a clumsy mess rush in the room and couldn’t help herself from giggling. He looked like he was lost beyond compare and it intrigued her. She shifted in her seat pretending not to care but snuck a look in his direction. Had to be a coincidence that he was seated next to the window where the sun was shining on him. Dang he was fine. Their eyes met and he smiled and she had this weird feeling inside her. It was like she was a cauldron and witches were brewing something inside. Every time their eyes met after that she felt like she was in a movie. Everyone else was a side character that was irrelevant and he and her were the only two in the scene. Never failed that he made her feel something new and scary. He would send her a text and she swore she sprouted wings. His hand grazed hers and she swore her lungs stopped breathing. He sat next to her in class and she pretended they were on a date. This boy made her crazy and turned her into someone she was not. Her favorite color turned from black to pink and she didn’t even realize. She stopped wearing oversized sweatshirts and actually wore form fitting shirts. She didn’t know what was going on but she didn’t really hate it either. The unknown always scared her but this unknown was safe. The one thing she could never do though was talk to him because even looking at him made her freeze. He definitely was a wizard who put a spell on her. The one day she saw him with her best friend and that was the moment she met her new best friend: depression. The pink turned to black, the floating became sinking, the smiles returned to frowns, the bubbling warmth turned to hallow dampness. One thing stayed true though: her heart was never the same.