The Last Call
They say grief is a room without doors, but Christmas, with its tinsel and clichés, often finds a way in. And so it did that gloomy December morning. Saddened by witnessing a man run over an injured bird, I resolved to dedicate my life to the study of birds. That decision led me to the university library, straight to the ornithology section. I didn’t expect to find anyone there, yet there you were—a girl with pretty eyes behind glasses, wonderful earrings, and a parrot-like nose adorned with a beautiful nose pin. What was this enchanting girl doing in the ornithology section? Over time, I discovered you had a deep interest in birds too. As clichéd as it sounds, I found myself glancing at you from the corner of my eye, captivated by the way you tugged your hair behind your ears, exposing your dimples. Those earrings, glasses, and that nose pin—it was then I fell for you. I even wished I were born as a nose ring to live on your nose forever. I might have seemed like a creep hovering...