strangers.

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The yellow glow from the streetlights on the other side of the window-wall shone in, giving a little light to the dark setting. A restaurant usually wasn't even open at this time, considering it was almost 3 a.m in the morning. A boy sat alone, one leg crossed , and an unlit cigarette in between the fingers of his right hand.

His body leaned against the back of his chair, almost as if exhausted. His grey eyes were seemingly lost, deep in thought. The place was practically empty, with the exception for the cleaning janitor, and a bartender in the far corner , and himself.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a wave of chilly outside air rushed in, indicating an arrival. He looked over towards the door, seeing a girl walk in, her steps slightly slurred and her eyes just a tad bit red. She seemed sober enough though, because she then walked herself to the bar counter to the left. From his angle, all he could see was her back. He had already started to analyze her, scanning her presence, reading her. He gave the unknown girl a once over.

She had brown hair in waves to a little past her shoulder. Her form was petite, probably 5 foot something. From his seat, he watched her silently request the bartender for a glass of water. She turned around, giving the her surroundings a fleeting glance. Her hazel eyes met his for a moment.

He raised his hand a made a gesture, asking if she was drunk. She broke the silence, speaking aloud first. "What makes you think that ?", she spoke, her voice slightly rough .

He was standing next to her now, and leaned against the counter as he confidently answered," Your walk is slightly is off, and your eyes are red."

Her next words were a whisper, and her gaze was distant," Drinking isn't the only thing that can make a persons eyes red." The meaning of her words was immediately understood.

"What's your name?" he questioned. He continued talking to her, but for what reason, he did not know.

"Huh?"

"I asked you for your name? "

"It's Sofia," she mumbled.

"Okay than, Sofia," he said, trying out the name, "let me take guess. You're crying because you broke up with your boyfriend? No no, wait. He cheated on you?"

He was certain he'd gotten it right, he was good at reading people. 'That's what they were all crying about these days anyway.' She seemed like one of them too, the kind of girls that would go through boyfriend after boyfriend, crying over their breakups at some bar. But her next words were not what he expected.

" On this date, exactly one year ago, my best friend died."

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hey!

so the first chapter is up, its kinda short i know, but it's just the beginning (laughs evilly)

if you actually read this: THANK YOU SO MUCH ILY

i wanna hug you <3

~s.