there's this girl...

3. Why is this so hard? I don't want to fight all the time.

She stood there, a less interested smile on her face, a plastic cup in her hand, as she spoke with 2 of her friends, she seemed unamused as their only topics were money, grades, and more money. She attempted at bringing up her favorite thing in the world, only for it to get brushed off. Her smile got less genuine by the second. She looked up away from them for a moment with a dull expression, as she walked away from her friends there was a rather large bang as she threw her constellation book into the trash can.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

I was at the library again at my usual time, studying for exam, someone appeared next to me, but to my surprise, it wasn't her. The man sat next to me, completely ignoring my existence, and got right to scribbling on his paper in front of him.

I fell asleep again, I waited for her to come. She never did, even though she texted me saying she will. She hasn't responded since.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

She stood there, on the railing. It was raining heavily, yet the glow in the moon was still as bright as ever. She closed her eyes and held her arms open as far as they'd go. She thought about when she first met me, imagining how it would've gone if we didn't get along instead. The polaroid picture of us, tearing in her imagination... The photo melting in a fire place, used merely as fuel.

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.