it was three in the morning when he came in her room through the window pleading to talk and the thought stroke her. 'the only people up this late are either in love or heartbroken' he couldn't sleep because heartbroken people hardly caught a nuff of sleep so she let him in and by five in the morning he was fast asleep on the right side of her bed, the side he liked. but she wasn't. the thought stroke her again. 'the only people up this late are either in love or heartbroken' she knew he was heartbroken and so was she but she could comprehend that it might be the thief of his sleep but it wasn't certainly the reason keeping her up at such ungodly hour. and when the list of two reasons was striked down to one, she realised she's screwed. ✧ (when we collide) ✧ (© zalaxy-) ✧ (all rights reserved) - (starting chapters need major editing so bare w me:))
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