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8:54 pm

჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ჻

you nudged your face closer to your pillow and looked to the side of your room, making contact with the mirror.

"who was she..." you groaned, "i should've known."

you laid on your back and closed your eyes to try and not think about it. your mind wanders off to meeting semi earlier on today, it really has been a while and he most definitely looks...different.

"semi..." you placed your hand up in the air and looked at your fingertips

*1 new notification from semi :) *

"speak of the devil..." you opened the message

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semi: heyy

y/n: hi what's up

semi: are you mad -.-

y/n: huh- no

semi: come onn

y/n: eh a little

semi: suna?

y/n: yeah

semi: just bc you saw him with another girl?

y/n: i don't get that jealous, but what was she whispering to him about...and why did he look at her like that

semi: ok heather-

y/n: die

semi: no but i'm sure its' nothing

y/n: how

semi: it could've been his sister or something

y/n: i think i would know if he had a sister

semi: uh-huh

y/n: whatever...i'm over it

semi: are you?

y/n: no

semi: let me help you. let's talk about....oh- remember the playground we use to go too

y/n: playground....oh yeah

semi: you always beat me at monkey bars -.-

y/n: as i should

semi: you look so different now

y/n: SAYS YOU-

semi: yeah right, i still have this grandpa hair