Chloe Morgan is your average teenager.
However, with her tendency for sarcasm, pessimism, and pushing everyone away, it seems like the last thing Chloe wants is to surround herself with friends and enjoy the rest of her summer vacation.
Until she u...
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It isn't love at first sight or anything.
It's more of a... tender curiosity.
- Chloe Morgan
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S O U N D T R A C K
Anchor - Novo Amor
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"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" says the boy.
At this very moment, he stands before me.
I had remained completely frozen when he waltzed over in my direction - eagerly, joyfully, casually... I couldn't move a muscle. I couldn't seem to do much of anything but succumb, apparently. And I scold myself internally for not having more of a backbone... Tragic, it is.
And it's like watching an asteroid hit... after the fear and adrenaline course through your body, and you recognize the imminent threat, and you realize its sheer and utter inevitability, eventually - I suppose - you reach a sort of... bitter acceptance.
In other words, however, I find myself paralyzed with hesitation, frustration, general discontent, and above all, crippling social anxiety. I could see the trouble coming, but truthfully, I couldn't stop it... not if my life depended on it - and it did.
Because I know how these things end - these unruly and unprecedented social interactions that are so haphazardly thrust upon me, almost as if by some kind of cosmic, karmic punishment. They happen so forcefully, and always so unnaturally it seems - a painful coincidence - like stubbing your toe on the corner of a brand new coffee table or running into your least favorite teacher at the grocery store.
