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Six Months Later.
[Mithila's Point of View]
I studied. I have been studying for as long as I remember, and what else do I remember? not having friends all throughout high school, because I was the unfortunate misfit who was apparently not good enough to fit into the mindset and standards set by a bunch of 17 year- olds who thought they were better than everyone else. High school is nothing like the schools they show in movies; bullies don't shove you in the hallways roughly, smash you against the lockers, and tell you meet them after school; it's worse. They make everyone hate you. They play with your weaknesses and your strengths, they play with your emotions, your capabilities, your feelings. They break you. Slowly, and then all at once.
Slowly, and then all at once. Like falling asleep.
Slowly, and then all at once, like drowning.
Slowly, and then all at once, like falling in love.
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I remember. I remember what she felt like.
She felt like the first rain of the monsoons, the one that fills you up with content and joy. Pure joy.
She felt like the cold ocean water just lightly grazing your feet, sending a tingle up your spine.
She felt, like love.
It's been nearly nine months since I crumpled up that note and threw it in the trash, throwing away the remnant of mine and Amyra's so- called connection; I had managed to establish the theory that she had realised that it wasn't what she wanted, and I told myself I was okay with it. I forced myself to be okay with it. It's been nine months since I told Amyra I didn't have time for her, since I blocked her messages, calls, and e-mails. nine months, since I shut out the girl I couldn't go a day without seeing. Ironic.
I shut my textbook with a sigh, the words not making any sense to me anymore; it was blurry, and has been blurry for as long as I as remember. Everything, was a blur. I sighed, making a mental note to get new glasses tomorrow, having broken my old ones by accidentally stepping on them. Pathetic, I know.
I walked to my roommate's door, and knocked lightly, hearing shuffling and stuff falling over, before her messy hair appeared on the doorframe, surrounding her oval face, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I was going to sleep, so if you need me for anything, I'll be in my room." She simply nods in return and offers a friendly smile, which I return, before shutting the door. I, too, enter my room, and shut the door behind me, falling face first onto my bed. Flipped over, and pulled out a book, and began reading, the words not making any sense. Again.
And then, I fell asleep.
Slowly, and then, all at once.
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Author's note
Hi guys, I'm back!
I'm sorry I didn't update, I'm still sick 😒
I apologise for a short chapter, but I'm trying my best to update!
I love you all so much skfskh thank you for reading my book, I love you.
Much Love,
Ananya.
