"Happy endings is for story's that hasn't finished"
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Our love was like the one you read books about. That one with so much passion it can destroy you, pice by pice. Our love is the one you dream about, the one you wish for as a child. Raw, passio...
" If you leave someone at least tell them why, because what's more painful than being abandoned; is knowing you're not worth an explanation" - unknown.
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The morning sun is shining through the two big naked windows that desperately needs to be cleaned, but that's on the bottom of my list of problems.
I jump out of my rusty bed and let my bare feet meet the cold concrete floor as I make my way too the kitchen. I grab my cereal box and a bowl only too find out that I have run out of milk.
Just great.
I make a mental note to go and by some milk on my way home from class.
Class... Shit. What time is it! I run over to my phone on the sofa table and see that it's 8.45 and my class starts at 9.00. I basically pour in the dry cereal into my mouth and as I very un lady like shew it I start pulling out a pair of black jeans and a simple white T-shirt out of my closet. I put them on and quickly grab my gray jacket, my bag and my phone and hurry out of my studio apparent and run down the five floors. I have to catch the closest bus that should come any minute now if I don't want to be so terribly late.
I run past the pretty gross looking streets that I love around and over the dusty old bridge to the closest bus station, completely ignoring all the shady business going on around me. You get used to it after a while.
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I run into my class room door, seven minutes late. I open it completely out of my breath. My teacher in giving me an disapproving look but gesture me to take a seat and I settle down on one in the middle of the platform. As I sit down I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I dig up my book and a pencil from my backpack as I desperately try to catch up on what my teacher is talking about as well as ignoring all the curious stares from the ones around me.
Why can't people just mind there own damn business?
:-:-:
When the class comes to an end I start walking to the door while everyone is still packing up there stuff so I can get out before the door gets crowded. I have another class that starts in 10 minutes and I need to get to pretty much the other side of campus.
Right when I have stepped outside the doorway I feel a gentile touch on my shoulder, I jerk around as fast as I felt the sudden touch that completely cough me of guard. I guess it's an old reflex for me to react at everything.
He can't hurt you anymore.
I front of me a all to familiar face to my liking is standing, in all his brown hair and blue eyes glory. He gives me a closed mouth smile and he almost seems surprised by my stiff reaction but quickly shakes it away, by the looks of it. I was just about to wonder why he is here but then I remember that he is in this class. So much for staying away, huh.
