version; indian.
'like koi itna bhi nhi hota, "introvert." i have seen him party with his friends okay? and giving "help" to others in the class." she huffs, and sits beside me. 'he lost a very good opportunity, he is just not aware of it.' and eve...
‘when i first saw you I never knew i would fill up my notes with your memories which don't even exist.’
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her fingers lingered on the spine of the books in the shelf of the big brown wooden library. shamelessly looking at him, who sat across the room with his huge headphones on, pouty lips, hair messy but combed thoroughly. a big heavy cloth jacket, beige pants and his essentials: his specs! his eyes on the sketchbook as he scribbled down whatever he aimed of today. he wants to be an artist and that makes him so cool but then that means he will go to another state, where he will meet so many cool people, like him while I will be here, just where he would leave me.
‘he is not that special, just cute. deep voice, even though i recently read that boys with deep voice are prone to cheat more. but then he's not mine.’
