She sits quiet.
She has been that way for quiet some time now.
Her tension builds that she chews the insides of her cheek.
The wind blows in her hair and creeps up the small pores on her flawless skin.
She tries to not think of him.
She had been able to distract herself the whole morning gleefully running around with her friends and yet she found herself sitting all alone with pods plugged into her ears staring at nothing In this beautiful evening.
She couldn’t understand what bothered her more, the fact that he was not there with her or he made up excuses to not talk to her.
I mean, what difference would a call make anyway.
Everything to her.
Nothing to him.
Yet, she smiled ,for this was not the first time.
Obviously the poor creature had to throw it all behind her and move forward, smiling, even though she was furious.
She was more that furious.
But she was used to this.
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