prologue
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I used to allways watch her jumping around the store from the front door straight up to the cacher and back and forth the first thing she orders is a pack of Cigarettes
she’s a regular and sometimes says hi depending on how is her day and fuck I’m Staring so much...
i dont know much about love or being in love or at least dating i see alot of girls making out with someone either in hallways parkinglots or just any where it doesn’t make the right sense of love
That I’ve read alot of books and novels about just to understand it and acknowledge it but I couldn’t find the right feeling that i may or may not be longing for i don’t understand me either
“its 12.42$“
Her exhaling ”deeply damn im getting broke”she said*
Walking in doubt and my eyes following and sketching her figure in my head she stops surprisingly and looks right into me
She didn’t say much except for a long stare and walked away but my eyes felt something that I ignored for what so ever reason
Time must have moved faster than I thought I looked to the convenient store’s clock and it was already the deadline of my shift
Packed my art tools and grabbed a mop to tidy up things around the store...
She came in to the store and i was way exhausted willing to hug my pillow But my eyes couldn’t blink from the way she fell unconscious just like a corpse
I Rushed to her and tried to wake her up soon as i felt her skin was so soft that i lost track of time but the heat woke me up
Lost the timeline of the day and there i am carefully taking the stairs to my apartment...
