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( ♰ ) . • ˚ ━━ BREAK !
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Choso found himself sitting on his couch, his head back and his eyes trained on the ceiling. A million thoughts raced through his mind, all about one girl in particular.
He came to that roof that night for a fresh breath, after one long and shitty day at work. He didn't expect to find it in his timid neighbor. Well, he had heard her through those walls enough times to know that she was anything but shy.
But the girl wasn't a fresh breath, nothing about her screamed tranquility. It was like breathing in toxic fumes but he couldn't get enough of it. Moving here, to this quiet one-pony town, he thought he was in for a life of repetition.
Work, smoke, fuck, sleep. The cycle continued on and on, it was drowning him. But then he met her. Her stupid smile. Her compassion. She had just met the guy, but she felt for him. She introduced him to all of her friends so that he could stop feeling so alone. What kind of a person does that? A good person.
The only issue was, she saw herself as anything but that. How could he help her? How could he make her see herself the way that he saw her?
Now he had fucked it all up. What the fuck even was that? Trying to sneak a kiss with her. She obviously wasn't interested, or else she would still be here with him instead of rushing off to go see Satoru.
