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The day had finally arrived.
You should have done better at preparing yourself for it. Because when it came around, you weren't ready.
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BIRDY:
no fuck this im not going
BIRDY
no. way.
BLASTY:
fuck you yes you are.
BIRDY:
nup.
BLASTY:
yes.
BIRDY:
fine
BLASTY:
<3
———
Putting your phone down and picking up your clothes was the easy part.
The morning was cold, which made it so much more bothersome to put on a miniskirt and small shirt.
There was frost on your window again.
You couldn't resist the temptation to approach it, the exact same way you did all those years ago.
Again, you raised your palm to the glass and watched with a smile as the blur all melted away at your touch.
After that, your reflection became visible.
You looked deep into your own eyes. In all honesty, you didn't know if you recognised the girl you saw.
She was definitely different from that little girl who you saw the last time you were in this position.
She had a knew glow about her.
"Much better," you whispered before letting your forehead touch the glass. You closed your eyes.
You needed to restart.
But would you be lucky enough to get another chance at life?
The answer is only known by Time, itself.
Then, as you're about to start crying at the phenomenon of tangibility, you receive a loud text message.
You peel away from the window, turn and make your way to where you left your phone on the bed. You pick it up and sit down amongst the pillows.
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BLASTY:
hey, meet me at cafeteria rn. before class
BLASTY:
i'm already here so hurry your ass up
BIRDY:
why?
BLASTY:
i wanna give u something
———
That answer was indeed enough to satisfy your nervous inquiry, as you put your phone down and pull up your blazer over your uniform.
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Delinquents | bk.
Fanfiction"Love was so fucking cringey until I met you." You and your delinquent brother had been "troubled" kids, since the very beginning of it all. Before things got bad; and, before things got good. Constantly wreaking havoc just for the fun of it, lea...
