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𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 // 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 - 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓷 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝔂
It had been a little over a week since you last saw Semi.
It's not that you didn't want to talk to him. Instead, you consumed yourself with work and school, and had managed to write a couple of songs whenever you made free time. It was just taking a little longer than you needed to think things through.
You needed to move on from your past relationship. And you owed Semi an explanation. You were sure there were some questions, considering you walked off before you he could respond to you that night. Then again, he hasn't tried to reach out to you.
Maybe he actually doesn't care ...
You tossed around in bed, irritated. For some reason, you couldn't stay still. You didn't feel like going to classes today, and you didn't have work. You had the whole day to yourself, and you planned on doing absolutely nothing. However, your mind wouldn't let you. You needed to move. You needed to do something.
You rolled out of bed and threw on your boots and beanie, along with a jacket and a large scarf. You stepped outside to see the streets dusted with snow. This time of year was your favorite when it was lightly snowing.
The cold air hit your face. Feeling it nearly calmed you down. The chill you felt was better than nothing. You slid your boots through the snow, making your way up the hill that led towards the university. This wasn't the direction you intended on going. You stopped in your tracks, and turned down a side street. You walked aimlessly, but in the back of your mind you had an idea where you were going.
Semi.
You smiled at the thought of him, burying your face in your scarf. You felt you knew what to say. You knew he could help you move on. Not in a way you would be using him, but in a way that he could help you be the person you wanted to be. You felt as though Semi could bring out the best in you if you just let him into your life. You wanted that, and you felt as though he would want to be a part of your life as well.
Semi.
You were only a block away, but you could see the awning with fairy lights dangling off it. It was the coffee shop you met Semi at only an week earlier. A small part of you was hoping to see him there.
You trekked towards the cafe, heart pounding. What will you do if he's there? He hasn't heard from you. How would you even start a conversation? In the back of your mind, you're thinking he's probably over dealing with you.
You open the door, the bell dinging as you step through. Your eyes quickly scan the room. There was no sign of him. You take a deep breath, and go place your order at the counter.
It was somewhat of a relief that Semi wasn't there. You were winging it, and probably would have been too uneasy to face him. He probably wouldn't have paid any mind to you anyways.
As you grab your drink, the bell rings again. You turn your head in hopes to see him, but you are disappointed when you see Aoi, who stops in her tracks seeing you. She looks like your typical mean girl. Long black hair, perfect body, and flawless skin. Her piercing blue eyes are like daggers. It almost amazes you that he would consider choosing you over her.
You try to shake the thought as you notice her death stare. She doesn't seem to move out of the way as she removes her gloves.
You put your head down and try to make your way past her. It shocks you, but she places her hand on your arm, stopping you. Aoi doesn't look at you though, and you can't bring yourself to look at her either.
"You need to talk to him," she says before proceeding towards the counter. She sounded exasperated, like she had given up on trying to talk to Semi herself.
You rush out the door, feeling the cold air on your face again. It was a sign, it was now or never.
