Solitary
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Ongoing
Last published Sat, Mar 24, 2018
sol·i·tar·y
ˈsäləˌterē/
adjective
Meaning: done or existing alone.
synonyms: lonely, companionless, unaccompanied, by oneself, on one's own, alone, friendless;
But one time.
"Can i ask you? Why are you alone? What are you doing when you're alone? Don't you want someone to talk with? Someone to share your thoughts or problems? Are you allergic with humans? Do you even have something to say? Can i join you?"
Chrisha shrugged when she've read the letter on the sticky note. Her first time to received letters. She crumpled the sticky note and throw it on the trash can.
"Such a weird one." She sigh as she walked away on the locker room.
She kept ignoring the sticky notes yet everyday she receive another one. Either inspirational quote or question. Asking her if she's available for dinner.
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