๋࣭ ⭑⚝UNEDITED⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
Later on, after her father's speech children gathered around her with wonder; adults offered welcoming smiles and kind words to the duo, it was all crowded but none of the hustle and bustle wavered her glow. She didn't just stand among them all—she shined. And still, Mike stood frozen.
He wanted to approach her, to speak to her—to offer her a welcome of his own. He rehearsed and rehearsed the words inside his head incase he butchered it up but alas, the moment their eyes met, everything stopped.
It was like Mike suddenly went mute. No words came out. Not even a whisper even though he so desperately tried. Instead, his chest tightened and his cheeks brightening up into a bright colour of red as he gazed upon the stage where (y/n) stood alongside her father.
Air caught up in his throat. Her innocent eyes looking straight up ahead towards him, like she was waiting for him to make a move.
His cheeks burned a deep pink, his knees locked, and his voice—gone.
Tears welled in his eyes before he could stop them. He looked down, embarrassed and frustrated. Why now? Why infront of her? He silently scolded himself as salty dew drops slid down his cheeks, staining the dusty floor. He had made a fool of himself in front of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Not wanting to further embarrass himself, he decided to leave and return once the tears weren't evident from his face. Quickly forgetting the fact that y/n was directly looking at him the whole time.
TBC