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the next day, i am there again.

sitting in my usual seat, staring at my usual drink, feeling my usual self. blue. that's me.

that's when I see you.

sitting a couple seats closer.

you don't realize it, but i see you stealing glances. your curious eyes peeking out from behind the book you're reading.

i don't understand you.

possibly ordinary, probably not.

silence - k.s.jWhere stories live. Discover now