What is love?

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Third Person POV

The bright rays of the sun were beaming in a classroom, a girl with a hijab was seated at her seat. Her expression was blank, and her feet was tapping beatingly on the ground. On her desk was a ballpen that had flower designs on it, beside it was a notebook that had a picture on top. In the picture was a boy, the boy was smiling happily while an arm was wrapped around his neck. The boy had an orange cap placed on his head, and he was wearing an orange jacket. The girl looks at the picture with a longing look, her eyes showed gentleness.

"Why am I so pathetic? Sitting here... grieving about some boy..." The girl told herself.

She picks up the photo, before placing it in her notebook. She heavily sighs as she stood up, placing all her stuff in her bag. As she grabs her notebook, her pen was accidentally hit; causing it to fall to the floor. She groans, before kneeling down to pick it up. 

"Hm? Who are you? What are you still doing here?" It was the boy from the picture.

The girl visibly flinches, as she quickly picks up the pen and turns to her bag.  "I-i got lost in thought! I'll be leaving now! S-sorry for not leaving quicker!" 

"Oh! No! Its okay! I'm just here because I forgot something!" The boy exclaims, it sounded as if it was getting nearer. "I'm Boboiboy by the way..."

She inhales, "I-i already knew that..."

"Oh... I'm sorry but are you in my class? I feel like I've seen you before..." Boboiboy asks.

"No... I'm not in your class... I'm from Class A-1" The girl states, her face heating up by the moment. She was too distracted about herself, she didn't realize Boboiboy was coming closer.

Boboiboy tilts his head sideways, he looks at her curiously "Huh? Then what are you doing here in Class A-3?"

"I-i just found the view here beautiful! The sunset is more beautiful from this class' point of view! I was so enchanted by the sun's  beauty, that I forgot... about going home..." The girl mumbles the last part to herself. Boboiboy chuckles, he looks at the sunset from the window.

"Its really beautiful isn't it?"

The girl could only nod, her mouth seemed to be sealed shut; she couldn't speak with him, it was always like that. Boboiboy looks back to her, a small smile was on his perfect face. "So... What's your name? After all I would like to know the person who sat in my seat every afternoon..."

The girl blushes, she didn't know that Boboiboy knew she was in their classroom every afternoon. The girl sheepishly smiles at him, as he patiently awaited her answer.

"Yaya... My name is Yaya..."