Characterization

He was always checking to make sure I was okay. From the moment we locked eyes through the back rails of a set of choral risers, he was always nearby, especially if I looked like I needed a laugh. His blue eyes caught my attention first, watching me intently as we both danced and sang karaoke that day. I could tell he was tall -at least six foot- and his dirty blond hair fell onto his forehead in a natural kind of way. He was rather awkward and shy at first, despite having plenty of friends, talking very little and keeping distance between us, but that soon subsided when we became friends, with him walking me to class, and then texting each other every day after school. Alas, all things come to an end, and not always in the best ways, for his feelings had grown, and I was still caught up on someone else. The day that I had a panic attack at school, I didn’t understand what was happening. All I knew was that I was having trouble breathing and that my chest was hurting. He was so worried for me that he made me lay down and rest for the class, and when we left, he insisted I go to the nurse. I denied. “If you don’t go, I’ll carry you there myself.” His voice was stern, but concern littered his face. I complied at last. He met me at the last bell to check and see what had been wrong and if I was alright.