A/N
Okay, so Zack might sound like a stalker now, but just try not to think of it that way, okay?
Now I resume your story.
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She never knew when to stop.
She never knew when to stop talking, when to stop drinking, when to stop thinking.
Thinking.
Water. Now all she could taste was water.
Because she had finished her drink.
Now she had nothing to distract herself. Nothing to concentrate on instead of her thoughts. Now she had to think about the people outside the window, not her drink. And nothing good comes from the people outside her window.
Because they all seem so happy.
They all have stories of their own, stories that seem better than theirs, stories that are longer, more exciting and just happier.
Aeline bit the tip of her straw and rubbed it between her teeth. She managed to break off a small piece of plastic and spit it out into her napkin.
Meanwhile, Zack Fulmer, just across from her table was watching all this.
Taking it in, rather.
Because he has never once seen in his Starbucks lifetime, a girl, or even a person, just like him.
Someone who wouldn't want to mask their thoughts with some objects, like a $1000 laptop.
Someone who wanted to discover her thoughts.
Right?
Wrong. You're always wrong, Aeline, you always are. There are so many other people out there less fortunate than you and you're complaining about your FEELINGS? Your feelings and thoughts that EVERYONE has?
Aeline Hangar was someone who wanted to perish her thoughts.
Zack Fulmer wanted to know more about his.
And hers.
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A/N
Okay, well sorry for this sort of "placeholder" chapter that had probably little to no action at all, but I promise in the next chapter (which I will also release today,) will have more "stuff" happening in it.
Also, just know that I am not necessarily seeking popularity, I just want people to enjoy my story. So vote if you want, comment if you want, ask me to read your story if you want, but don't just skim over these words that I'm writing, read them, possibly be inspired by them,
Or don't, I don't know.
