He just doesn't know yet if that’s a beautiful thing or a catastrophic one. But he knows, with a certainty that terrifies him, that he is about to find out.
Later that night, lying in bed, he will stare at the ceiling and feel the weight of that glance still pressing on his sternum. He is no longer just the shy guy. He is the shy guy who was seen by her. And though nothing has changed—his grades are the same, his friends are the same, his lunch table is the same—everything is different. A door that he thought was permanently sealed has been cracked open. And through that crack, for the first time, he hears not the roar of the crowd, but the sound of his own heart, beating loud enough for the whole world to hear. He just doesn't know yet if that’s a
It stops on him.