She never parted with her headphones, hoodies or jeans. Everyday I see her. Each day she seems to get duller as it drags along. I've never really had the balls to talk to her, not that mattered, I've never heard her voice and shes lived next to me for a month and a couple days. i always just assumed she was kept to herself as her gaze never lifted from the floor.I always hear her music though, never bothered me for I seem to sing along during every word. Even heard one of my songs before. I have so many questions swimming in my head I just wish I could speak to her. Just to see if her eyes are still the bright blue that I seen on day one.
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Lost somewhere in Reality (LRH)
FanfictionHer Mind was lost in thoughts of plots; escaping reality at whatever the cost. She never parted from those headphones, everyday I seen her her blue eyes seem do dull a little more each day, losing that sparkle that i seen on day 1. I mean i was just...
