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It's Monday again. I was busier because of an essay I was trying to finish. I am now hiding in the library's cornermost shelf, down on the floor with my laptop. I decided to stop going to the rooftop because I know somebody will bother me there. I want more time for my self alone.
"Gotcha." I was disturbed by the voice which has been bothering my system these past few days. "At last, I found you."
"How did you find me here?" I hissed as I whisper. We are at second floor at the isolated most part of the library. Only a few students go here but I don't want anyone seeing me with this guy. He had brought enough trouble to my life and I don't know if I could afford to have some more issues with him anymore.
"I smelled cherry blossoms and followed the scent that's why I ended up here." He winked.
"What are you? A dog?" I snapped. "Another thing. Stop winking at me. I hate it."
"Sure, babe." This time he smirked. "Why are you hiding yourself here?"
"None of your business."
"What if you got an asthma attack here? You know, the dust of these old books might kill you."
I returned the smirk he's giving me. "Why would I bother myself thinking of that when my knight in shining armor is here?"
"Yeah. That's why I used my magical powers to find you here and make sure I'm always by your side to save my damsel in distress."
He got my earbud in my right ear without my permission and stucked it to his left as he tried to fit into the small space beside me. "Oh this is Lisa?" he meant the singer I'm listening to. I nod my head while shutting down my laptop. "What's this song?"
"Wishing Heart". I looked at him and answered as I put my laptop in my bag.
No teacher to follow
No prophet to tell me how
But I know what I want
I know what I want now
Like water, it rushes
It's the last thing you see
When you close your eyes
It's one place you want to be
But if it doesn't brush my shoulder
And it doesn't beat my heart
That's not what I want
No, that's not where I will start
I never kissed somebody
So that they would break my heart
That's not what I want
If you don't know what you're missing
'Cause you don't know where to start
Follow your wishing heart
I was restless, I was restless
I was restless, I was restless
I just want this to be good
I just want this to be good
But you don't understand
You don't understand me
And I want to be understood
But if it doesn't brush my shoulder
And it doesn't beat my heart
That's not what I want
No, that's not where I will start
I never kissed somebody
So that they would break my heart
That's not what I want
To my surprise he held my hand and squeezed it.
And if we all leap before we crawl, we might fall
And it's not always candy spun from head to
heart
And it's not always meant to be
And it's not always up to me
I tried to pull back my hand but he intertwined our fingers. "Let go of my hand."
But if it doesn't brush my shoulder
And it doesn't beat my heart
That's not what I want
No, that's not where I will start
I never kissed somebody
So that they would break my heart
That's not what I want, no, no
No, if it doesn't brush my shoulder
And it doesn't beat my heart
That's not what I want
No, that's not where I will start
I never kissed somebody
So that they would break my heart
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