occ: this actually happened to me, no jokes

I see him out of the corner of my eye
He’s standing there, staring at me
For some reason, those dark black eyes make me feel weary
Something’s coming; I can feel it in my heart
He walks to the scrap pile of wood
His long black hair blowing through the air
He sifts through the pieces delicately removing a square piece from the bin with his strong hands
His eyes gaze upon me once more as he walks towards the table saw
He turns it on eagerly and as the blade whirls
It casts its threatening reflection across his pale skin
Everyone’s watching now
Intently following his gestures as he carefully moves the board in the form of an unknown shape
He hits the power button and the song of the blade dies
We see him angrily rubbing the wood with sand paper as hard as he can with his soft ringed hands
He lunges for the wood burner and scrawls gingerly with his right hand where a definite burn mark is shown
He picks up the wood and walks toward me, those intense black eyes beautiful and gleaming
And hands me the heart with the raven in the middle of a rose ring
After he gives me a peck on the cheek, he leaves

The bell has run to change classes