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Chapter three; First love pt.2

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𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚖,

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎

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"Please flip your textbooks to page 72."

I mindlessly flipped to the page, staring off into space as the teacher droned on about capitalism- or whatever. But I had no interest in capitalism, no, no, capitalism didn't interest me at all.

What did was the words "Hope" spoke back then.

'Am I really no different from them?'

I glanced at the said group, chatting amongst themselves despite a whole lesson going on.

'No...I'm not like them...'

"Miss Nakamura, pay attention."

A few giggles were heard as I lower my face in embarrassment.

'I'm not like them,' I thought once more, believing it less than Hope did.

'I'm not like them...'

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"Did you see what she was wearing?"

"What do you mean? She should be named a hero! You know: for rescuing it from the dump!"

"She's going to wear it to the beach, I hear!"

The group of girls giggled and chattered amongst themselves.

'You look even worse...I bet the ocean doesn't want any more plastic in...' I stop my thought midway, already cursing at myself for doing it again.

"What's the difference...?" I whisper to myself.

'Maybe he's right...'

But there was only one way to find out.

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My ragged breathing followed the wind as I trekked through the unmarked trails towards the man who called himself "Hope"'. The breeze caressed my face, giving me a sense of security- whispering comforts to my ears as I brush away the shame from my last visit.

I reached for the mahogany door, readying my knuckles to rap on the wood.

"The door isn't locked."

Bewildered on how he knew, I turned my head towards the balcony. And there he stood, having his arms crossed on the railing as he gave his signature smile.

"You shouldn't keep your door unlocked."

A hint of amusement flashed across his eyes, "Why would anyone else come here? I keep it unlocked for you."

"I might just rob you, you know. I saw that expensive vase."

He did a dramatic 'woe-is-me' pose, "Not the vase!"