He stepped closed his gaze locking onto her. "I am everything you've ever longed for, hidden in the shadows of your dreams," he whispered, his voice low and deep. "Even if you don't remember, you've always known me. I've been in your dreams, in your...
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As I prepared my routine for the next day, I had no idea it would turn into one of the most unexpectedly hilarious days of my life. It all started a few days after classes had begun. I was feeling confident with my schedule, and Darya and I were already becoming quite the team-her with her biology brain and me with my love for physics. But, of course, Darya, being the drama queen she is, had already made herself the star of every minor inconvenience.
It all began that morning when she dramatically burst into our study room, clutching her textbook like it was a life raft. "I swear to the mitochondria," she exclaimed, "if I have to learn one more biochemical pathway, I'm dropping out and joining the circus!" She flopped onto the couch, as if her entire life force had been drained by the Krebs cycle.
I barely had time to respond before she continued, "I mean, why can't biology just be...you know...like physics? Straightforward. Gravity pulls things down, and boom-done! But no, biology has to involve enzymes and DNA and my inevitable mental breakdown!"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Darya, you literally aced the last test. You're being overdramatic."
She sat up, eyes wide. "Overdramatic? Overdramatic? Excuse me, do you see these dark circles?" She pointed at her face like they were badges of honor. "These are the battle scars of someone who has fought the war of the Golgi apparatus and lived to tell the tale!"
At this point, I was in tears from laughing. Every little hiccup in her study routine turned into a full-blown theatrical performance. I knew the day would only get more interesting from there. But then, the universe threw Pavel into my life.
I was at the mall, casually browsing through some clothes, when I noticed this guy standing in the men's section, holding up two shirts as if he were choosing between life and death. His light brown hair was a bit messy, like he'd just walked out of a shampoo commercial, and his amber eyes were squinting in confusion. He was stylish... or at least he "tried" to be, but at that moment, he looked like he was about to make a tragic fashion choice.
One shirt was a neon green that looked like it could glow in the dark, and the other one... well, let's just say it resembled a Jackson Pollock painting gone wrong. I couldn't resist. I had to intervene. So I walked over, trying to stifle my laughter.
"Hey there," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Are you seriously considering wearing either of those?"
He looked up, his eyes meeting mine, and grinned. "You caught me. I thought I was pulling off the whole 'fashion-forward' vibe, but now I'm questioning my entire life."
