Van

You removed your glasses and sighed with relief, as if an invisible weight had been lifted. Your thick black hair fell over your shoulders, hiding your face. You rested your head on the cool surface of your desk, closed your eyes, and allowed yourself a brief rest.

Your friend Van sat next to you, watching your every move with curiosity. His eyes sparkled, as if he were imprinting every moment on his memory, as if this were the last vision he would ever have.

Van smiled wistfully as he watched you drift off into a short nap. He knew you needed rest, and he gazed fondly at your relaxed face. In that moment, he felt protective, wanting to preserve this image in his memory forever.

At that moment, the bell rang, and the students reached for their things, preparing to go to break. You woke up from a sweet dream and, seeing Van, smiled shyly, gathering your thoughts.