because i see monsters, and those monsters look a lot like me.
she fell into a strange silence with small creases of frown forming in her forehead. her eyes squinted to a sideway glance. there was a quickness in her voice when she finally spoke that gave away the notion that something was wrong.
he was there sitting at the back. a reminder of a friend who wasn't one anymore. the awkwardness came like a disease from memory, never failing to give a bitter taste of why's and the reasons why it is.
a wave of resignation befell her. there was no saving here, and an attempt was simply futile. she gripped her books tighter as she got inside the van and sat up front. and there, away from the prying look, she closed her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh.
it is the same scene.
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