Hopeless Falling

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Her:

Read, write or just have a fright.

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Never would you ever find me talking to someone about my thoughts besides my bestfriend and very very close family.

So to find myself looking at Ethan Smiles, a high school crush of mine, who I had given a confession letter back at the end of his matric year in thought that all my thoughts and feelings for him shouldn't be kept unknown because I was not to see or know him in the future.

Well old me deserves a laugh in her face cause I'm now officially screwed.

I found myself looking again at the familiar face that held one of the best smiles to have even been.

He was here.

"Hel-" but before he could finish his greeting I quickly waved and left his presence.

I'm stupid I know.

Part of me felt like I needed to go back and talk to him. Tell him that the letter was my honest thought but most of me didn't want alot.

It didn't want the embarrassment of the fact that he might have never even reed the letter that I wrote or he just doesn't remember me at all.

What if that was true?

That question came out with a sigh.

Damn I dislike how stupid that looked.

Now only huh?

Hey. I didn't get time to process that possibility.

Walking on and leaving my subconscious to give itself its own witty comebacks based on the choices that I screwed in the past.

"You could always greet you know." Says my friend from behind me. Turning to gave her somewhat more relieved that it was her who was here rather than Ethan.

"You shouldn't come from behind someone Si." I tell her while turning to face her.

"You shouldn't be daydreaming while walking girl." She says.

"Well I saw someone you might have just liked to see." She says with a slight smile which I cut off with a raised brow.

"Ethan, girl, I saw Ethan from high school."

"Well that's good for you." I say.

I know my attitude had changed drastically and I wanted no part of behavioral changes but it was something that just came to me naturally in times where I have been avoiding something just for it to burst up in my face.

"I'm sorry for that." I quickly say.

Before anything could happen again, Simmi hugs me with a smile.

And some people wonder why I'm always greatful for my friends

Saying a short and soft thank you to my Simmi for even caring for me.

"Where were you even going?" Simmi asks me.

"To the library, you wanna come with?" I ask which she shakes her head at that not liking the thought of being in silence.

In Simmi's eyes, the thought of being in a place where silence is above all takes away her ability to even stay up. It would be that she would have to be paid to be in a library or it would be that all of us are in the library for her to stay.

"You and your dislike of the place is still unknown to me." I say.

"Well, the only day that I would be happy to be at a library is one where I'm getting paid to be in the library." She says walking away in the direction of the cafeteria on campus.

Walking into the library I took my time to walk threw the shelves and look into how huge the library really is.

I think I have just found my hideout.

I took a seat at a table by the English literature section. Ready to indulge in the many unknown fantasies that I knew I would probably obsess over.

I hope you enjoyed what you have reed so far.
I'm trying so please don't judge me aseblief.