Her solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow..
He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand.
When their paths meet, will the blood be...
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The nightmares were tiring last night; I am too exhausted to get to school but I don't have anything else to do.
My life is so event less. And pointless.
I walk through the corridor, my bag hanging over my right shoulder.
Thankfully, no one gives me a second glance. They behave like I don't exist. Like I am invisible. I like that; it gives me lesser things to care about.
I do not look at anyone's face, nor do they look at mine. I am always looking down at other's shoes keeping my head low. Like I am embarrassed to show my face.
My eyes fall on the same blue sports shoes that I have encountered with quite a few times in the last days. Subconsciously, I look up to see it's owner. He is looking at me too, like in a typical movie. A surprising coincidence.
