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𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 // 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 - 𝓶𝓪𝓳𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔃
The light from my phone lit up the room.
It has been eating at me. What do I do? Should I call her at this point? Or should I just show up at her apartment?
No. God no. That's probably the worst and most stalker-ish thing you could do. You grab your sheets in your fists out of aggravation. The light from my phone sets a blue tone on my wall again.
I reached behind to grab my phone, fumbling a little to set the screen straight. My body instinctively sat up.
Y/n Meet me on campus, where we met.
I rushed out of bed, and quickly get dressed, sprinting out the door.
I inhaled the cold air, my entire body felt stiff. I've barely left my apartment, except for band practice. I haven't been able to get that night out of my head.
I start running down the streets, trying not to lose my balance on the slick snow. I needed to get there as soon as I could though. My feet felt weighted, as though I was in a dream where I try to run, but I can't seem to move as fast as I want to.
I had been waiting for y/n to reach out. The amount of times I had her contact up in my phone, ready to call her. Constantly writing messages, but never sending them. I didn't want to force her to talk to me.
That night, the sound of her voice was sad. I could tell that something was wrong. I was at a loss as to what to do, or what to say to her.
When I finally made it to campus, I stopped short. She was there in front of me, standing under the tree I first found her. Her back was turned, her long (h/c) fell down her back. The snow was decorating her hair, almost making it glitter.
As I stepped closer, she peered over her shoulder before bringing her entire body around to face me. I noticed that she was holding a cup from the cafe we went to.
She was there?
She smiled at me, meeting me half way.
"Hi," y/n whispered with a smile.
"Hi," I responded back.
"I'm sorry I haven't —"
I cut her off. "Don't be."
I didn't want her to apologize. I didn't care that she didn't try to talk to me. She was here now.
I stepped towards her. I went to place my hand on her cheek. It was cold from waiting outside. I started to rub my thumb against her rose-colored cheeks. I stared into her (e/c) eyes. Her long eyelashes catching snowflakes.
"I ran into Aoi actually, down at that cafe," she looked to the side, almost forcing herself to smile now, "she told me to talk to you."
My heart sank. She was only reaching out because Aoi told her to? The expression on my face must have been apparent, because she suddenly gasped.
"Wait — I didn't mean it like that," she shook her free hand out in front of her, her eyes wide, "I wanted to talk to you ... but the way she told me, I knew I had to do it now."
As we started to down the walkways on campus, she explained what had been going on with her. How she had been in a previous relationship, and how he treated her. How she lost her interest in music through out the past year, mostly because she tried to make her relationship work rather than make herself happy.
It's how she ended everything she was saying though, that took me by surprise.
"It wasn't until I met you that day, until we talked, and until we went out for coffee, I started to feel a weight lift off my shoulders."
At this point, her demeanor had changed. Y/n was lively. Using her body to explain her happiness. Talking with her hands, her voice delighted at the thought of what she was telling me. I loved seeing this side of her.
She's beautiful.
"If it wasn't because of you, Semi, I wouldn't have started writing again." Our hands met as we walked next to each other. Her fingers teased mine, gradually taking hold.
