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Silently I stare out my floor to ceiling window, watching the snow harshly fall onto the pavement and in between that tall and skinny sky scrapers standing tall in the gloomy sky.

Everything seems so silent from this high. Obviously I can still head the faint sounds of horn honking and occasional tire screeches but for the most part, being up twenty stories in my apartment, it's mostly quiet. For NewYork that is.

I turn around with my arms crossed over my chest, the concrete ceiling and floors aren't my friend during this time of the year. But usually my socks do the trick with the floor.

"Cora, seriously?" I question, watching as she continuously pokes my fruit with her needles. She doesn't respond, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she focuses on the banana that is closed to brown than yellow.

"I know you aren't eating this shit." She grumbles, dropping the orange and needle with an exhausted huff, her skinny fingers trailing through her hair.

"Take a break." I tell her, falling backwards onto my couch, my eyes closing as the faint sound from the tv fills my ears with Coras lack of response. "You've been poking fruit for over an hour."

"Just like you've been staring out that same window for over two hours?" She questions sassily. I open my eyes and look over at her, being met with her thick eyebrows raised at me. "Thinking about café boy still?"

"Café boy is the least of my worries." I lie. She's right. Ever since yesterday and Harry's little storming off scene, I haven't been able to stop thinking and wondering about him.

"Mhm." She hums knowingly, beginning to clean her mess up and tossing things into the garbage left and right. "Well I should get going, I have a shit ton of homework still." She breathes, glancing at the clock on my stove.

It's almost a bit past twelve and usually I would be at the café already but now that I've finished my sketch of Harry, who seems to hate my guts, I don't see any real reason to go anymore other than the fact that I like being there.

I also haven't turned in my sketch yet. I know I should because we get extra points if it's early, but I'm starting to second guess to whole project. It's not that it doesn't meet the requirements, it goes above and beyond, but every time I look at it and the depressing message it paints, my stomach churns.

I don't know it's it's guilt or the fact that Harry has no clue I have a somewhat portrait of him sitting in my sketchbook that will either get me one hundred points or none at all. Either way, I can't get myself to turn it in. But I have to turn something in during class tomorrow.

"I'll see you later." I call to Cora as I flutter my eyes open, staring at the silver vent on my ceiling, the walls clattering as the door slams behind Cora, leaving me alone again.

I sigh and sit up comfortably on my couch, glancing around my apartment that is quiet, lonely and bare. I don't think I can sit here much longer. With this overwhelming silence and ringing in my ears, I'll go insane.

  So I find my jacket that is a black sherpa material and tug the hood over my head, walking out of my apartment.

  The more I find myself thinking about Harry, the more I grow irritated with myself. What is so interesting about this boy? I don't know. He's not exactly a nice person and if anything he seems to be a dick, but I just can't seem to leave it alone at that.