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Forty-eighth Cliché

Welcome to Season III!

Don't you think it's time for more drama! More jazz??

Anyway let's start the new season, with something vague.

(On a side note, I was given the information that the EU has Article 13, which is bad news because that would make fanfics, drawings, memes, etc illegal, unless they get explicit permission...please spread the word around. So that many writers in the EU are aware of this and so they could save their works before they are taken down. I'm in the states so I don't know how this will affect me. I don't think it will...but I am taking precautions by saving my works beforehand instead of when I usually do it at the completion of the book.)

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It had been like any other day.

Since the arrival, her days had been spent in laziness and longing.

But all the days that she spent, there was not a day that went by without her yearning for her love.

She greeted the people who she had accustomed to seeing. She smiled and gave them a friendly smile but behind her smile that was an anxiousness.

She had not received any message since from him and it was killing her. All she neeeded was perhaps a hello or an acknowledgement but even that was forfeited. The pictures were not enough.

Grabbing her phone, which she had long since forgotten because the temptation had been too large, but this day she could not just let it be. She needed to be contacted with him somehow and this was it.

Her eyes scanned as her finger swiped. It felt good to be plugged back in.

She sighed as she skimmed over the pages and posts. They weren't of importance.

"What is this?" A high shrilly voice shrieked causing the surrounding people to look back at the woman whose anger was clearly seen. They murmured around her since they had never thought such a scream could come from her, but she did not care for that. She did not care for their attention.

Her hair was dyed platinum silver. Just like he had dyed it once some time ago. In memory of that, she had dyed it for him. She already stood out but with the hair it was even worse. It was even easier to see that she did not belong there among the locals.

"What is this?" She groaned as she shook her head fervently. "No, no, no!"

Her fingers continued to look through the images and the words, her fingers slamming against the glass screen of her phone. And since it was from a proper source, she knew it was serious and that it was not a joke.

This was not a joke.

It was time to go back.

She needed to go back. The time that she had been gone, things had gone wrong, oh so very wrong. The status quo that should have been kept had been broken, and betrayals had been struck. She had been hit in the back by the person she so trusted.

Only a few months, and the world that she knew of had decided to flip over, its sanity lost. Confusion overtook her, and doubt seeped in, but that had only been for a moment.

Anger filled her. Quickly and faster than a tsunami, it swept her into a jealous rage and disbelief.

She could not lose the thing she so wanted since many years ago. She just could not.

It was one thing to lose.

But to lose him against her? She was not going to have that. Her pride was not going to let her get away with stealing something so precious from her.

It didn't matter what she promised the male. It didn't matter what he had requested of her and non matter how much she loved him, she would not sit by the sidelines and let all she had worked for go to waste.

Her head was pounding. Anger fueled her every fiber and every vein in her body.

How could she?

How could she do this?

As her feet walked, she could feel the negative emotions engulf her whole.

Hatred grew and grew.

It grew and grew and at the same time it suffocated her while it overtook her.

But no matter what she did, it could not be put to rest.

So she knew that once she arrived back home, her mission and target was only one person.

Her once best friend...

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A bit of time had passed and her emotions were calmer. And inside her that had been disgust for him had only slowly began to transform.

Hatred grew less and less. For her...things were beginning to change.

It lessened with every passing second.

But confusion grew larger and larger, but the mind was also clearer and clearer as well.

It made thinking hard but acting much easier. Her limbs were agile and moving without the restraints of the mind seemed to free her.

She was upset.

She was happy.

She as sad.

Sometimes she didn't know what she was feeling.

She needed her best friend.

Her friend that was missing...