15.3.23
he walks up to the aisle
he sees her standing at the other side of the bookshelves with a paper in her hands
he walks to her without saying a word and holds in his huge smile by biting the inside of his mouth
she gives him the paper and he begins to read
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dear Jadon,
you've saved my life
you've made my days happier with just your words
and i ghosted you
i feel so much regret for doing that J, you don't even understand how bad i felt when i heard your voice over the phone
i felt bad but also i missed your voice i cant lie
i'm so so sorry
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he looks up from the paper and runs over to her to give her a hug
he holds her in
their hearts warm at the feeling of each others touch
they walk outside to the steps of the library so they can have a proper chat
"you know you're being dramatic as fuck" he laughs
"how?"
"you really thought i would be so pissed off that you ghosted me for 3 days that i'd need a love letter?"
"oi its not a love letter. and plus every other i've ghosted for barely any time gets so pissed"
"Hana- we've both seen your choice in men"
"yeah i know- i don't always get into the greatest relationships"
"you're too nice for your own good Hana"
"i just dont want to upset anyone, i used to be the bad bitch kinda girl in school, and nobody liked me"
"hana- your a bloody presenter, have you ever checked twitter, loads of people don't like you on there"
"the shit people say on twitter is loads of nonsense"
"hana stop trying to get everyone to like you- you don't even like everyone"
she sits in silence for a second
"you going to ghost me again?" he laughs as the girl bursts into laughter too
"okay no but that's some of the best advice someones given me"
"what can i say, seeing a therapist every day for a month means i can rob their advice and become a therapist myself"
"you should switch careers and become a therapist"
"should i?"
"yeah its better than being the only 007 im guessing"
"oiii" he laughs "don't bring that up- anyways you know exactly why i was playing so shit"
"alright alright"
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they both move over to a patch of grass, where they lay on their backs and stare into the night sky
"you said that one quote in french a couple letters ago"
"what- c'est la vie?"
"yeah that, what does it mean"
"it means thats life, it's when you don't like how it's going but you can't change how it is. because that's just how life works"
"thats deep, do you speak french?"
"nah, but there's quite a bit of french in the morrocan dialect of arabic, so i know a little"
"oh yeah, you speak arabic"
"yeah i do, i only use it around Talia and my family though"
"teach me some"
"alright then" she laughs evily "say: ana zift"
"ana zift, what does it mean"
"im a piece of shit"
"NO YOU DIDNT" he laughs as she goes along laughing too
"nahhhh your evil"
"finessed you hehe"
"teach me something nice, seriously"
"okay, say: enty jmila"
"enty jmila"
"thats means 'your beautiful'"
"aww thats cute, enty jmila Hana"
"wnta ajmal hbibi" (and your prettier my darling)
"whats that?"
she shrugs
he rolls his eyes jokingly at her
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—notes
chapters from now on might be a lil shorter <3
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