How to Fall in Love ✔

How to Fall in Love (34)

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Piggy's Note:

Thank you sooo much for reading 33 chapters of HTFIL thus far! It means so much to me. Please do vote, comment, and follow if you haven't yet? It would make me forget how much I loathed being so unprepared for my exams in my math subjects just recently. Seriously. *cringes at the memory*

As an early warning, Finn wouldn't appear here. In fact, he'll appear in the chapter after the chapter after this chapter. But don't close your tab yet - for this chapter is vastly relevant to the story, specifically Mia's arc as a character. It also reveals a plot secret.

Song to the side is "Trouble," by Coldplay, my second most favourite song of theirs. Listen to it - I believe we could relate to it. I could go on and on about how spectacular it is - but it's better if you experience it firsthand.

Also, to the sidebar is Ashley Benson, whom I've decided would from this point onwards play Mia Lockheart. She's so pretty. And talented.

Hope you like this chapter! I'm thoroughly sorry if it isn't up to your expectations, and if it's confusing - for some reason, this chapter is hard to write. It's also unedited, r a w. But I like it. I hope you do, too.

See you again soon? :)

Cookies x muffins x cupcakes

Myka \(◕‿◕✿)/

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c h a p t e r  t h i r t y - f o u r

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          Today was going to be an ominous day; I could feel it in my bones, whisking my senses away. Creating a chilly feeling deep within my chest, forging a knife straight through my brain, that was what it did. Today was September 21st, a mark in my calendar every single year, a blow to my heart since a few years ago.

My heart was beating my brain, convincing myself that I didn't need to go to Inchi's Bubble Tea for my shift at nine to five encompassing most of the daylight. I didn't need to go today, because I had somewhere else to go, someplace else to be.

I sat bolt upright, feeling the soft mattress of the bed in the guestroom of La Italy. It had been a while since I'd lived in this townhouse, but a few hours since I'd grown accustomed to its exceptional utilities—it was a dream come true for a writer and a tech enthusiast alike. At eight in the morning, this early to the day, I was grateful for the heater system that kept me warm.

I swung my legs to the side and felt my feet touch the cotton of my slippers. I stood up and shuffled to the average-sized windows at the end of the room, swiping their lilac curtains, and seeing my reflection staring back at me as through the windows I could see, and hear, the pitter-patter of the quiet rain pouring down from the turning skies above.