Pity [discontinued]

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- Song for this chapter: Silver Springs // Fleetwood Mac –

Italics indicate their thoughts.

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-Short Prologue-

She always saw him there, sitting on the same bench, wearing the same basic black beanie during autumn time. She felt the need to talk to him and find out more about him, but it looked weird just walking up to him out of the blues.

So she waited.

She waited for the right time and when that right time would hit her hard in the face, she would take the opportunity by the balls and try to converse with him.

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29.09.2018

You could be my silver springs

Blue-green colors flashin'

I would be your only dream

Your shining autumn, ocean crashing

And did you say she was pretty

And did you say that she loves you

Baby, I don't wanna know

She settled herself on a random bench she purposely chose because it was rather distant from the others. She rearranged her glasses that sat on her nose and framed her face perfectly. As she bent down slowly to reach into her bag, her wavy, shoulder-length hair moved along with her, hiding her beautiful lips which were coated with a mesmerizing shade of rose.

Sitting back into her original position, she drew out a pencil, and with her headphones in her ears whispering out music into her pierced ears, she drew the sight out in front of her. With a content smile, she continued sketching out the sand, that same sand that slid right under her feet, the ocean, the purple waves crashing into the seashore, the sun, which was fading out into the sea itself.

With that same content smile on her face, she raised her head occasionally and would look right and then left, right, left. She eyed every person in front of her as they passed by.

She stood there, sat on the same bench for a couple of hours, sketching out the same scenery. As the sun continued to set and dim its light onto the water below it, people started to leave.

But she stood there.

Listening to the same type of music. Softly head-banging to the beat. Sketching out whatever was left from her masterpiece.

When she had finished her sketch and was proud of it, she unknowingly raised her head to the sound of ruffling and fidgeting just a few steps beside her.

It was him.

The boy who always caught her eye.

The boy that looked interesting to her.

She smiled to herself as she eyed him. He sat down by a tree a few meters away from her. He was far enough for her to still make out some of his more prominent features. Dark rings around his eyes hinted that he hardly got any sleep that night. The black beanie on his head hid away his hair and his small, round ears sat underneath it as well. His button nose, scrunched up as he focused on whatever he was doing was coated by faint brown dots that led their way up to his exposed parts of his forehead and down right underneath his soft, plump lips.

She looked away as she was afraid he would catch her eyeing him and almost drooling over a sight that pleased her eye. She had seen him walking around town with an expressionless face. She thought long and hard about conversation starters. But nothing could come to her head.

She thought of the iconic "bump in the hallways at school" kind of tactic but she was eighteen for fuck's sake, not 12. Possibly even messaging him on social media but she had no name associated with him. It's just the boy - with the black beanie.

She shook her head as she realized she got caught off guard for a second. And that second seemed long enough for the sun to fully set, the sea to turn dark and the boy to vanish.

She sighed as she packed everything up and rushed her way home, even though no one was there waiting for her - only her cat.

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It sucked not being 10 anymore. College was a nightmare, people weren't interesting and no issue could be solved by running away to the park. Friends only cared about relationships and drinking away any sort of problem caused during the week prior.

She sat on her bed sulking just like the weather was doing right outside her window. It was waiting for her to leave her house so it could shower her with love and kisses - or from her pessimistic point of view get her wet, basically.

Her cat, Gale, purred with every stroke she was receiving from a despondent Anaïs who was busy wrecking her brain on different activities one can do in order to enjoy themselves on a shitty day like today.

As if on queue, beams of light entered her room through her window over-looking her street. As she peered over her window sill right next to her bed, she noticed a familiar black beanie, the one she spotted often.

Her insides started to twist and what seemed like fluttering commenced within her. She never felt this way before. It's not that she finds him captivating entirely but the fact that he indulged something within her, this feeling of fascination as she catches a slight glimpse of him; something she surely never felt for anyone before.

At that moment, she knew she had to do something. Anything.