ROXANNE {ongoing}

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I finally remembered, causing me to throw my phone on the floor harshly.

Is him being in my school a coincidence?

Sigh.

But does he even remember my insignificant existence?

Let's pretend we don't know him for now.

Maybe I should just kill myself.

No. I won't give him that pleasure.

This is troublesome.

My disheveled thoughts caused me stress, so I finally concluded it was better to sleep these worries away for temporary comfort.

It took me awhile before darkness took me in.

Morning came, and the sound of my annoying alarm reached my ears.

I quietly got up and started doing my morning routine.

After taking a bath, and brushing my teeth, I took my outfit from my nearly empty closet.

Long white sleeves with a black tie, and a black skirt. How plain.

After dressing up, I looked at the mirror.

Black, straight hair with little strands falling into the side of my face, pale skin, with no colors, brownish amber eyes that looks drained of love, I look presentable altleast.

I got down stairs and nothing but silence greeted me.

I don't really eat breakfast, for some reason, eating food in the morning makes me feel like vomiting.

So, with nothing else needed to do, I locked the door and started walking my way to school.

Walking mindlessly into the sidewalk, teenagers chatting joyfully, parents with their kids on their hand, the busy street, caught my attention.

A thought appeared in my mind, how do I cure loneliness?

Before wiping that thought off, acting like it never existed.

I'm fine where I am, I'm not happy but it's not like I'm sad. I reassured myself.

My pathetic thoughts didn't stop though.

But it makes me think, if I had another life, will I have these things with no trouble? Loving parents, caring friends, just people who cares.

But it's too late in this life, I don't think I can let anyone in.

It makes me a little bit sad knowing if I disappeared one day, no one would bother to look for me. Or even care.

The notification on my phone broke my depressing thoughts away.

I reached for my phone in my pocket, and curiously looked at it.

From Damon: Goodmorning.

I almost choked by how unexpected and surprising it is, receiving a text from him.

From Damon: I know this might be sudden but, didn't we go to the same junior high together?

Motherfucker.

I breathe in and breathe out.

I thought of what to do in this situation, before concluding a good response.

I slowly typed,

To Damon: Now, that you reminded me, I think we did. Why?

Meaning, we did, but what is it to you?