I was in standing on the top floor of my school's two-story building. I spent two years being up there everyday, but now, as to why I was there, I had no clue.
I ran down the first two steps, only to find myself blocked. The whole staircase was blocked by what seemed like bars of metal, all the way down. I wasn't the one who would jump down.
I went back up, trying to see of the rooms were open, or if there was any way down at all.
I found none.
Over the balconies, there just seemed to be an endless abyss. As to why there was an abyss, I didn't know.
I broke down on the floor, terribly on the verge of bursting into tears and giving up.
Then, suddenly, as if magicked, the bars were gone, people started going up the stairs, two at a time. No one seemed to be paying attention to me, either.
I ran down the flight of steps and halfway down, I saw him.
Down the stairwell, there he was. Smiling his perfect smile at me. His eyes, two wonders sparkling up at me. I returned the familiar smile and went down to meet him.