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the girl down the street

A/N: deleting this later cuz not related to plot

The first time I saw her, she had a paranoid look on her face. She seemed worried and in tension, I could tell by the crease of her eyebrows, and the by the frown she was wearing. Her top knot falling apart, and her coffee bound to spill any second. The first time I saw her, I knew I couldn't get enough.

The second time I saw her, she looked averagely happy. The ends of her brunette locks falling swiftly on her shoulders, her lips tugging towards a smile as she proceeded to text on her phone. The second time I saw her, I knew that my life would never be the same again.

The third time I saw her, she looked like a mix of sad and angry. She was a cheerleader, I found out by her jersey and mini skirt. She looked tired, and her hair was sweaty and pulled up in a ponytail. The third time I saw her, I knew I wanted to be the reason of her happiness.

The fourth time I saw her, she looked carefree, with not a single damn in the world. Her hair open and flying in simultaneous directions due to the wind, and her smile constant. She looked beautiful. She always did. The fourth time I saw her, I knew I was falling, hard.

The fifth time I saw her, she was caressing a bouquet of red roses. She was limitless, infinite, and young. The fifth time I saw her, I knew I'd visit her again, everyday, in the same place, the cemetery down the street.