I slid my backpack onto the floor quietly before slumping into the uncomfortable wooden chair. I peered around to confirm I was alone before resting my head in my hands. Slowly, I began to weep, my tears seeping into the cracks of my palms.
I want to go home! This place is terrible! The only person I know here is my professor! How do you even make friends in college? It's not like we're kids anymore, we can't just ask if you want to eat lunch together! Oh, the things I would do to see a familiar face right now!
"Hey u- oh, sorry," I heard someone suddenly say. I jumped out of my seat, spinning around to see whoever caught me crying. Upon seeing each other, both of our eyes widened.
"Oh, h-hey," he said, pressing his lips together in an awkward smile. I forced a weak smile and nodded before turning to sit back down.
"Ignore me," i said as I slid my body back into the chair to dig through my back pack. I pulled out my phone to pretend as if I had a reason to be in this library, crying.
After unlocking my phone, I realized I didn't have any notifications, not even from my family.
This is so terrible, this is the hardest I've ever tried to not cringe. I can't believe out of all the people that could've seen me it's the one person in this college that I know. Do I even know him? It's been so long..
As his fingers glided along the spines of the books, he began to speak to me.
"How have you been?" He asked, pulling out a blue book. The cover displayed a young girl riding the back of a dragon.
So he's THAT guy, okay.
"Good, you?"
"The same, how's your brother?" I licked my lips, remembering him and y/b/n were friends at one point too.
"He's fine, he got a car for his birthday last week."
"Oh, tell him I say happy belated birthday!" He smiled, closing the book and returning it to the shelf.
"Okay," I said with a high pitched voice.
He didn't change, did he? Still can't handle someone crying? Jeez, could he just leave me alone!
"I know this might be crossing the line, but what's wrong?" He asked, slipping into the chair opposite of me.
"Oh, well.." i began, trying to collect my thoughts. There was so much wrong in this moment, but what was appropriate to tell your ex boyfriend who you haven't talked to in 3 years?
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A/n
Hii, I wrote this way better the first time but it deleted itself when I tried to copy and paste it into here, but at least I tried
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