Drowning in Pain

It was already dusk outside the window, the setting sun was pouring into the classroom, and the scattered light in the corners intertwined and cast tiny shadows. He was supporting the open textbook with one hand and spinning the pen with the other hand, but his eyes were staring straight at her sitting next to him. The afterglow outlines the profile of the girl's face, which is soft and warm in the dusk. Perhaps his gaze was too hot, which made the girl turn her head. The moment he met her gaze, he seemed to hear his own irregular heartbeat...