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MIA

I set out for a walk in the college park near my apartment in my casual attire. Other kids were eating, chatting around and some were even playing football. With all the workload, I am frustrated about completing everything before deadline and my mind formulates possible strategies for the same. So far, nothing. Just as my luck and I sit on the nearby bench.

I sat there for quite some time marvelling at the beauty of the sunset. A smile crept up at the corner of my lips, it always does. I love the beautiful orange and pink hues mixed with a tinge of purple sometimes. I mindlessly tap my feet on the ground as I sung my favourite song, Words by Boyzone, in my mind.

My feet come to a sudden halt as someone's particular words come to my mind. '.... I was wondering if you'd have lunch with me sometime.'

Ethan.

God, I hate myself for being do rude to him that day. I wish I could have been a bit considerate to his offer. But what could have I done? He asked me on a date! A person like him asked a person like me out! The thought only is enough to freak me out I wonder and thank God for my relatively calm composure then. Though, I do feel guilty about it now that I think of it. Maybe, I should have said yes. What could have possibly gone wrong in first date? A simple lunch, a nice conversation in a nice café or somewhere.

That sweet talk slowly revealing my secrets showing him on display I don't love anybody, I don't trust anyone, I am a complete freak show. My gosh! I could not have done that. AT ALL! Good thing I declined it.

A great way to kill the mood. I have to stop overthinking so much. I should start seeking therapy. Can Lara do it for me? Better to leave her out of my mess.

I blink my eyes a few times to push the thoughts away and look at the sky. It is going to be dark soon. I sighed, wanting the sunset to be bit longer. Now I'll have to wait for tomorrow. I get up, adjust my shirt and turn to walk away.

'Mia!' a deep voice calls out. I turn around instinctively and freeze in my tracks.

Oh my God. It's him.

He's here.

But why is he here? I didn't tell him about me. We didn't even see each other after our last conversation that day. I have to applaud my overthinking skills for turning such a beautiful moment to a dread one. I shake off the thoughts aside and walk towards him.

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