You left your book display in my usual seat.
Mistakenly or on purpose I didn't care because I wanted to see why you'd lose control.
Her.
She is so difficultly interesting.
I don't even know how; but she is.
I haven't talked to her much but
I think I like her.
How could you like a girl you haven't talked to much before? I don't know.
She's so... so, beautiful.
Maybe it's the way she displays herself.
She's said hi or how are you before
but I think that's only because she
feels sorry for me about losing Cynthia.
Cynthia; dead, passed, gone.
How much I hate her for leaving me alone.
But I can't help but love her at the same time.
But I think I realised something today.
I'm in love with the girl who sits in the red booth.
I don't know why I realised it just then,
maybe it's because I remembered the love I used to feel towards Cynthia.
but I know one thing,
I fucking hate love.
Useless. It doesn't say who he's talking about.
I turn the page.
sorry, I'm not happy with the chapter but I guess it's kinda a filter in what the next page is going to be.
much love,
olivia.