I stepped into the crowded elevator, there was shouting and yelling. I covered my ears and buried my head in my puffy jacket, hoping the elevator would reach my floor soon enough. Out of the blue, a girl wearing a red sweater came up to me, she handed me some ear muffs.
"Here, you seem cold, and I'm guessing you hate the noises. These will help you," she placed the ear muffs on my head, covering my ears.
"T-thanks, whats your name?" I asked.
"Vixen, you?" She replied, her voice as soft as the winter snow falling outside the building.
"W-Willow but you can call me Will," I responded, I reached up to adjust the ear muffs on my head.
"Right, Will, you can call me Vix," she smiled, "so, friends?"
"All of them?" I questioned, did she want me to state all my friends?
"No silly!" she laughed, "how the fuck did you misinterpret that? I was asking if you want another one," she looked at the confused expression printed on my face, "I mean, do you want to be friends?"
"Uhm sure," I had never thought I would still be friends with such a nice person like her after a while,
She didn't want the ear muffs back,
I still have them.
[:] Prologue end [:]
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What Is Even Is Love Anyway?
RandomA story based of an Ibis Paint comic that the creator was forced to remove :)
