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Seven

S E V E N

All things, I'd like to think, happen for a reason. Saying that, those reasons don't necessarily have to be reasonable.

Exactly why I don't know why or how all things lead me back to a certain number. A magical number. But it's more than just a number. That number is seven.

Seven family members, seven houses, seven girlfriends, seven schools, seven job interviews, seven losses, seven examples including this one. See what I did there?

That wasn't on purpose. Things just happen that way, and I don't know how.

Those are some weird examples. I guess I'll explain so you don't think I'm some lunatic.

Seven family members: Mom, Dad, twins Alexa and Robyn, Kalia, Jace and me. Seven houses: as a family, we've moved a lot because of Dad's work, resulting in following his work to make life easier. My seventh house is my current one, and I live alone.

Seven girlfriends: I'm a straight male and I have had seven relationships with seven girls. One at a time, obviously. So I'm currently single, ladies, wanna be my eighth?

Seven schools: due to moving. And also I got expelled once. Not very proud of it, but it happened.

Seven job interviews: I'm sort of struggling financially, so I'm trying my best to land a job. It just so happens that I found seven places hiring. No choice but to try and land it.

Seven losses: as a twenty-seven-year-old, I'd say seven losses is a lot to go through. But shit happens. I've lost both sets of grandparents, my dog, my hamster, and my mom. It was heartbreaking. Enough on that.

Even my name has seven letters. Why does seven revolve around my life? My name is Michael, by the way.

I'm pretty hungry. I decide to walk to my fridge instinctively only to find nothing in it. That's my seventh time checking today. Why do I do that? It's not as if food's going to magically appear after each time I check it!

I sigh. Seven, seven, seven. Why seven? Why not three? Or five? How very odd. (no pun intended)

Throwing my beanie on, I decide to head out for some pizza.

There's a pretty cheap and delicious pizza place just down the road. I walk there, my mind deep in thought.

And then I bump into somebody. A very good looking somebody, indeed. "I'm so sorry." I apologise.

"It's alright," She laughs it off. "So, what's your name?" She asks. Holy shit, what?

"Erm- are you talking to me or-"

"Of course!" She exclaims. Why am I such an awkward human being?

"Oh. Yeah. Uhm I'm Michael. You are...?" I try my best to act normal.

"Lucie. Nice to meet you." She extends her hand. I shake it.

Should I? Should I not? Ah, screw it.

"Wanna grab pizza with me?" I ask bravely.

"Sure!" Lucie chuckles.

Screw you, seven. I've broken your chain.

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[SORRY LATE UPDATE. I AM SUPER BUSY RN. Anywho I thought of Dylan O'Brien ;)]