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   It has now been two days since their date and Serenity still hasn't heard anything from Harry. She reckoned that if he liked her, if he had a nice time on their date–then he would at least send her a text; but she had receive nothing. She tried not to feel too bothered about it, but she couldn't help it. The feeling of not being good enough taking over all of her thoughts. She was never good enough for anyone, at least so she thought.

    A thought that hadn't crossed her mind yet was that maybe she could text him? Just because he is a guy doesn't mean that he's the one that should do the first move? Well, he kind of already had since he was the one asking her out on a date and actually attending to it, but still–Serenity found confidence and decided that she would do it. She would text Harry.

Hi, it's Serenity. So.. I just wanted to thank you for the other day, you know.. our date? If that's what you called it. Anyways, I had a really nice time and I was hoping that maybe we could meet up another time? I have work during the week so maybe next weekend or something? Only if you want to, of course. Bye x

    She pressed send immediately after she was done typing, if she would've read it through she would only regret even thought of texting him and she wouldn't do it. It was better to just do it quickly, and she was thankful that she did. Because only a few minutes later, her phone beeped.

Hiiiii, yeah I had a really nice time too on our date (it really was a date, btw) but I just don't think that maybe it's a good idea to meet again.. I'm sorry.

H. xx

    The familiar feeling of burning behind her eyes came crashing onto her but she wouldn't let herself cry. She didn't understand, on their date it seemed like he really liked her and enjoyed her company but in his message it seemed like the complete opposite, and as she read the first part of the message she almost snorted at what she guessed was a complete, utter, lie. If he had enjoyed his time he would want to meet with her again, right? So why didn't he want to?

Oh.. Okay, I understand if you don't want to meet me again.

    She knew that the desperation was clear in her text message but she didn't care. No matter how much she tried to come up with some good explanation, she couldn't do it. The only thing that came up in her head was that he didn't find her interesting and that she–simply; just wasn't good enough. 

    With a sigh she stood up from her bed and went to the mirror, examining the reflection in front of her. What made you think that he would actually like you? Her subconsciousness mocked her with all these questions that had been circling around in her head these past two days, and now with his message all of her questions had been answered. He didn't like her, he didn't find her beautiful; because who would? With another deep sigh she finds herself not being able to hold in the tears anymore and she lets all of her feelings out. She can't help it, and looking at her body that she hated so much in the mirror made it even worse–she couldn't stand the sight of herself.

    So she went back to her bed and laid down in it with her head buried in the pillow, crying for what seemed to be hours. Maybe she overreacted, but she knew that her tears wasn't only by the rejection from Harry, no, it was because no one ever saw her as more than Blake's friend or just simply another girl in the crowd. It had been killing her for years to never be seen as what she really is, and she's really starting to believe that there isn't anything more to her than an empty soul and a that she's nothing more than a lost teenage girl that has gone all wrong.

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    As Harry pressed send all he wanted to do was just to text her again and tell her that it wasn't the case at all. He had in fact never seen anyone as beautiful as her before, in his entire life. She was all he wanted in a girl and more than he could ever ask for. Even though if they only had met two times he could feel it, that he would never meet anyone like her. She was unique, one of a kind, and he liked that about her–he really liked that about her.