The String Around Her Finger

One... two... three... soft, clouded brown eyes slowly raised to the ceiling, the dark room was completely silent except for the sound of soft, ragged breathing coming from the far corner. Four... those brown eyes slowly shut. Five... the faint sound of feet pattering up stairs as a name was called, the voice sounding distant and far away. Six... rough, but gentle hands caressing soft skin. Seven... the faint smell of seawater as everything went black.
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A loner girl, a bouncy friend, and an asshole. Nothing good could come from this.... right?
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Ali is a pessimistic antisocial loner with few friends and a general hate of everything breathing.
Enrique is a bubbly optimist that spends his days trying to make people happy while keeping himself happy as well.
The one with too many names is a general misanthropic asshole who simply wants to be left alone.

Putting them all together. Now.. that couldn't be good. Could it?
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Romance! *sparkle sparkle*