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the clock struck seven sixteen as i stepped inside. you were there, and like yesterday, your face seemed sullen and dark.

and i wondered why you still looked captivating.

have you gotten into a rift or have someone close to you died? that'd sure be depressing. i remembered when i was just around five to six year-old (i think?) when my goldfish died and the world, just, crashed down on me once i saw it floating on the surface of its small aquarium. it was devastating having someone close to you die.

when you try your best

but you don't succeed

your frown was tempting me to just walk up to you and erase it off. but here i am, foolishly contemplating on whether getting a life or not. it didn't even help when i heard the song you were playing.

i kind of wanted to fix you, i kind of didn't.

i guess all i had to do was just wait until destiny itself made a move. by then, you could tell me all the things you had in mind and after, i would give you a hug to tell you everything would be alright.