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Voices.

There were so many hushed voices of chattering around her which felt too far for her ears. Body relaxed, she was seated comfortably on the seat of the bus while wind drifted her brown layers of hair which made her eyes squint. 

Biting on the corner of her plum cherry lips, her index finger kept tapping on her black leather school back. Nighty eyes being restless. 

There he was.

Her eyes kept searching for his figure like every time she took the same bus.

And every day he is sitting on the same seat. Near the window wearing nothing but a black hoodie and ripped jeans. Eyes outside while wind caressing his raven locks away making him look more boyish.

It's been a while since she noticed the boy.

And she was planning on having a word with him today itself. 

Every time she wanted to have a word, she could never muster up courage unlike her friends at school who get men's number within few.

Taking a few breaths, she calmed her nerves as her heart picked up its pace making her throat tighten with breath increasing. 

Few more minutes until she reaches her destination. 

The least she could know was this man's name. A name that she could whisper out every time she was reminded of this mysterious person she swooned on.

Fisting her bag tightly, she got up firm and walked to his seat and stood there. Gulping all the fear she saw how the man didn't even acknowledge her presence.

Clearing her throat, it was as though she was invisible for him. Her voice was nothing but numb.

"Hey." She rasped making him still. She could visibly see how his body tensed.

"Sorry for disturbing you ... b-but I have noticed you for some time being and just wanted to say hi." She squealed out mentally hitting herself for sounding like a creep.

She saw how his head turned which made a cold chill run through her spine making her toes to curl.

His eyes were wide as he looked at her, face a bit too pale.

Voice deep as he whispers out enough for her ears. 

"You shouldn't be able to see me."

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'I'm getting suck into this vacuum where it's draining me physically and mentally. It's numbing my emotions and yet they choose to not care'

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