I never could have imagined myself being like this as a child, but as I grew older I came to trash the idea that love only existed between male and female. Never had I been so wrong in my life. Around the age of 15, I first found attraction with a girl. She was everything I never was and everything I wanted to be. Perhaps it was just jealousy, my mind whispered to myself, perhaps I just wanted to be popular as well but it didn't seem the case because popularity would require me giving up some aspects of my hobbies. I never wanted that.
Oftentimes I stole glances of her as breaks were given in between class. Some times I would look up my friends in the same class as an excuse to see her more. And eventually I came to ask her to be my model for my sketches. She never replied and I passed it on as a joke, but she did know my reputation in arts and she very well respected that. She found out we took the same route home so eventually we fell into the pace of walking home together. The closing distance surprised me more so than anything that's ever happened in that year and I was always ledt wondering if I should be grateful for it.
My attraction for her grew as the days passed by. I saw and embedded into memory much more than she would ever hope for and much more than she would ever know. I was positive then, I was falling for her.
It took me months, maybe an entire year before I ever gave thought to telling her this. Even I was in shock. I needed much more time for this and oftentimes I would climb up on the roof to ask the moon and the aloof clouds for guidance. It never did help but something about the clouds in the night sky always managed to give me peace.
On the day I resolved myself to admit things that needed to be said, she just looked at me in horror and she was shocked that all that time spent together, such a thing was my motive all along. I was misunderstood and was frowned upon. I consulted to the evening sky once more that night and hoped it would help me this time. It gave me nothing but silence. If silence was the answer, maybe I should stay silent. I nodded to myself and stood on the window ledge. I jumped. And as I fell, I was greeted with the same evening sky that had conforted me in all those times. I'm glad to have seen such a beautiful clouds illuminated by the moon before everything went black.
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You are very creative in narrating your story. I like how you even ended it. Good job!