When Will Your 11:11 Be For me?
"It's almost 11:11, make a wish." I gazed at my wrist watch as I announced.
She rolled her eyes and continued browsing her facebook feed.
"What? You don't make wishes anymore?" I chuckled.
"It's not even happening." She sighed trying to let go of her frustration which was still visible on her eyes. "There is no use of wishing he'd finally notice me when I always do that every damn 11:11 and it's not happening—not even a bit!"
"Oh look, it's time." I stared at my wrist watch once more. "Are you sure you're not wishing—"
I paused when I see her clutching her phone rested on her chest. Her eyes were tightly closed and yes, she was making a wish. She just contradicted what she just told me a minute ago.
"11:11," she started, "him—just him."
Upon hearing her wish, I closed my eyes and wished mine.
"If this is still nothing but failure, I swear I'd not wish again!" she said but it was not for me but for herself. "What did you wish for, Lucas?"
I just shrugged at her.
"Still a mystery, huh?" she commented and that made me chuckle, "I guess, your wishes are coming true."
It always does, Rae. It always does.
'11:11, let hers not come true.'
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