And you think it's the end of the world. (2009)

Characters:

• Nameless fictionals

Notes:

• Part 1/1
• Finished

If someone asked me why I do the things I do, I'd tell them it's because I'm in love with the wrong person. I'm well aware of the fact that I'm weird because of the way I contradict myself, but that's not the only reason. It's who I'm in love with that makes me weird.

I'm watching this girl that standing not too far from me. She isn't moving much and her eyes are wide and brown and she's looking right at me. Her whole body is facing me and she's playing with some strands of her wavy brown hair. It matches her eyes. And then I notice the circles around her eyes. She looks tired and the fact that she isn't wearing any make up makes her complexion look pale. Her left brow is furrowed and as I watch her I notice that she's biting her lip, holding something she was thinking back.

"Stop looking at yourself and get ready for work." I hear.

"Fine." The girl and I both answer. I gasp and touch the girl painted over the glass.

"Idiot." we mutter.

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