Realigned
BIANCA.
Time stood still between her and Cheren, and she could feel the stillness between them. This physical closeness, albeit, completely accidental, had magical hints of intimacy within it. All the magical moments written in novels, poems, and half-assed inspirational quotes on Facebookâshe was finally experiencing their muse.Â
If she listened hard enough, her racing heartbeat mirrored his, her hitched breathing following the rhythm of his ownâand for the first time in Biancaâs life, this happened in her wakeâin reality.
Twelve-year-old Bianca would be having a field day.
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      Cheren laughs far too loudly, fingers knotting themselves into the fabric of his shirt. An equally as pink blush continues to sprawl across his cheeks, until the heat has consumed his entire face. His heart has not settled since their prior âbumpâ and judging by how Biancaâs grinning, Cheren predicts that it wonât calm itself anytime soon.
      How⊠was this going well?       Was Bianca just taking pity on him?
      He swallows, shaking his head. â I-I mean⊠Iâm not THAT bad at fair games, â he began. â Iâll have you know that Iâm a professional at ski ball and ring toss. â
        ⊠⊠⊠During a blue moon, maybe.
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Dreams didnât always come true for Bianca before.
But things seemed to be aligning the right way...?
In her stupor of racing, spiraling thoughts with complete lack of words, but only vague, and untraceable emotions, Bianca stood still with her gaze focused on Cheren. There was something... a little extra, if she could put a word to it, endearing about the way he was behaving. Something about it gave her encouragement. Courage.
Though it maybe wasnât best to read into it right now. After alll, itâs very often that her gut is wrong about most things, this certainly could be one of them.
Her face softened into a hazy smile as he spoke.
She really didnât want to be wrong this time.









