Dear diary,
It's really weird.
It's been 16 hours, 28 minutes, and 3 seconds, 4 seconds, now 5 seconds, oh fuck that, but I cannot get mystery girl out of my mind.
She didn't have the prettiest of looks. There was a certain glint of curiosity in her brown eyes, and I cannot get the image of her looking at me and then the flavors, and then her voice. I cannot remember her voice. I'm cursing myself for not remembering how she sounded, but I just cannot remember it.
But at least the rest of her is in my memory.
My phone vibrates.
"Bro."
Andrew.
"Yes?"
"You've a fever? You don't sound like yourself."
"Nothing," I lie, "Just busy."
Yeah, lying on bed, counting the seconds sounds busy.
"Okay, I just needed someone to talk to, but nevermind." And with that, he cuts the call.
What just happened?
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Parallel
RomanceHave you ever loved a person who you knew you couldn't have but the smallest flicker of hope lived on anyway? ________________________ ________________________ Parallel is the story of two stories which run parallel to each other - a beautiful, for...
