Waiting for Your Eyes in the Mist

Waiting for your eyes in the mist The first time I saw your eyes waiting for you in the fog was at the high school bus stop in late autumn. Wrapped in my school uniform jacket, I stood under the sycamore tree and watched you bend down to lock the bicycle - your fingertips circled the chain twice. The wind blew the hair on your forehead to stick to your cheeks. Even the shadow cast by your eyelashes when you lowered your head became a scenery that I didn't dare to look at. I am afraid that you will catch my gaze when you raise your head, and I am also afraid that you will never raise your head and cannot see my heartbeat hidden in the fog. The fog was very thick that day, turning the entire platform into a blurry silhouette, but I could clearly remember every action you took to lock the car, as if this scene was engraved in my heart. Later, I waited for your gaze again in the library. I borrowed the "Introduction to Meteorology" you just returned. The sycamore leaves sandwiched between the pages were still light yellow. I pressed the leaves into the notebook and repeatedly rubbed the veins of the leaves with my fingertips, as if I was touching the warmth you left. I sat by the window and pretended to flip through the book, but my peripheral vision kept chasing your direction - I saw you lying on the table writing a question, turning the pen half a circle between your fingers, and then stopped to scratch your head. You looked a little more childish than when you listened carefully in class. I wait for you to look up accidentally, for a moment when your eyes meet, even if it is only for a second, it is enough for me to be secretly happy for a long time. The fog suddenly came over the bookstore. I clutched "Introduction to Meteorology" and was about to step forward when I saw the girl in the white dress handing the gift box to you, and heard your soft "hmm". My heart tightened suddenly and tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't dare to look anymore, so I turned around and ran away. The book in his hand fell to the ground, and the wind blew into his collar. He only remembered the light behind him, which was suddenly so dazzling.