❝ Caught in the never ending game of life, how do I steer across the sea without any hand? ❞
❝ Take my hand. ❞
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in which,
a girl finds
herself
...
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Building a relationship is complex. It is built by two complete strangers.
You have those moments of intense bliss when your stomach hurts from laughing hard.
And then, there are the times when you just wish to put a black shade on all your profile photos and disappear from all the networking sites for days on end because of a silly gamble.
A relationship is a ball of yarn. But here's the twist: the material depends on the two people involved. It could be a meek cotton ball or extravagant silk. Either way, it must be spun on both sides by both people.
How you do that is up to you.
— ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ —
Her silky blue hair twirled within her fingers as she bit her lip. She was in thought...
"So, Serena, what's your favorite color?"
"C-color?" I asked, tilting my head. I wasn't exactly fond of any shade, but one I found alluring... "B-b–"
"Blue? Black? Beige?" Dawn rampaged on, hurriedly scribbling something down in her binder. I opened and closed my mouth, unsure if I should answer.
But then came his voice—the saving light that somehow managed to blind my eyes rather than just fog my brain.
"DAWN!"
A shiver ran down my spine before I relaxed at the whiff of his cinnamon scent. "Gee, why are you always behind my friend?!"
Friend?
My eyes looked up at him expectantly, but he did not meet my gaze until a few seconds had passed, and he returned it.
Shuffling, I pulled my skirt down further against my knees and averted my eyes, feeling the strange fuzziness flooding to the back of my neck.
"She's not your friend. In fact, I don't know if she considers anyone as her friend. Not even me."
Pain.
It was evident in his voice.
Even if I didn't know what it felt like, I knew what it sounded like. It was as if that emotion was etched into my muscle memory.
That emotion which brought about slumped shoulders, set jaws, misty eyes, a cracked voice, and... a foreign smile.
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