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Ever since she came back home and changed into something dry, she have been feeling cold and feverish so she used her duvet to cover herself. She know it might make her fall ill but she can't help it.
She want to sleep but it's bad to sleep after Asr, she also want to watch the new released After but she also want to chat with her friends.
Finally deciding on what to do, she picked her headphones and connected it to her phone before turning on her sad/slow music list. Surrender was the first on the list so it started to play.
She decided to reply her snap messages first, then Instagram and lastly WhatsApp. She don't plan on replying her mails so let them sit and wait until she's ready.
She sent a few streaks, reply messages and sent a story of her room with the caption 'My New Room' before leaving Snapchat. The walls of her room are white but the furnitures are navy blue, she's a sucker for dark colors and she love blue too. Almost everything that's in the room is either white or navy blue, including her bedroom flip flops. Her closet on the other hand is black and white in color, raging from the carpets to mirrors everything is black and white, well except for her clothes. The en suit is white, just plain white, everything in there is white.
There is a message from Darkpoet001.
Darkpoet001: I can't remove your disgusting strawberry's scent from my wall. Bah!
Inkheart: you couldn't stop yourself from messaging me, could you?
Darkpoet001: don't flatter yourself girly, I'm just bored.
Inkheart: yeah right, you were bored so you decided to talk to the poet that you hate, that doesn't make sense.
Darkpoet001: it does to me🌚
Inkheart: you're so weird
Darkpoet001: so I've been told
Inkheart: you still owe an apology, you know that right?
Darkpoet001: an apology? Psss! What will I apologize for?
Inkheart: well, for many things but your rude message about my post is what comes to mind right now.
Darkpoet001: I won't apologize for being honest. Your post are too cheesy so admit it and move on.
Inkheart: honesty? You call that honesty?
Darkpoet001: yeah
Inkheart: I don't know why I even waste my time on you
Darkpoet001: neither do I
She narrowed her eyes a little at her iPhone's screen. He's such a jerk!
Inkheart: what class are you?
Darkpoet001: class?😅😭 I'm a graduate
Inkheart: lol💔 what course
Darkpoet001: computer science I guess 🙆🏻♂️
Inkheart: oh great 👍
Darkpoet001: how old are you?
Inkheart: twenty
Darkpoet001: lol, you wish
Inkheart: just kidding, I'm fourteen but will be turning fifteen soon, what about you?
Darkpoet001: all age does is give you a lot of responsibilities so why add to your age?
Inkheart: 🌚
Darkpoet001: when's your birthday?
That question made her heart skip a beat. She hate her birthday and she hates anything that reminds her of it because of the bad memories it harbors. Unlike everybody she hate her birthday and she wish she can just delete it from her life. Completely!
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