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Prologue.
"Seriously though, Claire," Doug's eyebrows furrowed as he added, "You're just probably drunk."
"I am definitely not. I don't even drink." I arrogantly answered with a flip of my blond locks. "Well, I wish I was drunk or high or crazy or what; but the problem is I'm not."
He shook his head. Finally, he let out a rather heavy sigh; his deep blue eyes were unbelieving and worried. "Dear Goddess… Tell me you're lying."
"I wouldn't turn this bitter if I was lying. Even Ann's hurt."
"Hmm… my poor sweetie locked herself up in her room after they talked earlier…"
"She still can't believe it."
"Damn it," he remarked followed by his usual face palm gesture. "I couldn't deny it, though… I do see it, but I guess since we're not having any affirmation…"
"Denying reality since it seems so unlikely; we're in the same boat. But this time… We have the confirmation." I answered, hinting no compassion in my tone.
But that was just my voice.
"Tears…" Doug said softly, and handed me a tissue. "I believe you now."
I thanked him for the offer, and quickly wiped the moist away. "It still hurts... Even though I'd already had a hunch about it ever since… Even though I've been acting so tough, it really still hurts so badly… I think I may never escape this nightmare."
Doug patted me on the back and goes, "Life goes on."
Hello. Let me introduce myself. I am Clarisse Alexis Rosebelle; Claire for short. I am a twenty-six year old farmer who had lived in the simple village of Mineral Town for three years, content with her ordinary life.
And maybe because I was so used to having an average life, I was never prepared to handle drama and such, especially regarding my emotions and decisions. I couldn't think quite well when one of the biggest pains in my entire life came.
And oh yes. Let me share this "pain" I'm saying.
The love of my life—well, not really, but I really like him that much, fell in love with my best friend. And to make the story even more thrilling, my best friend likes him too.
Sounds cliché, isn't it?
Not really.
Let's rewind the time. Let's start from the day… I had confessed to my friends of my feelings for this guy… Spring the thirthieth of last year.
"Seriously though, Claire," Doug's eyebrows furrowed as he added, "You're just probably drunk."
"I am definitely not. I don't even drink." I arrogantly answered with a flip of my blond locks. "Well, I wish I was drunk or high or crazy or what; but the problem is I'm not."
He shook his head. Finally, he let out a rather heavy sigh; his deep blue eyes were unbelieving and worried. "Dear Goddess… Tell me you're lying."
"I wouldn't turn this bitter if I was lying. Even Ann's hurt."
"Hmm… my poor sweetie locked herself up in her room after they talked earlier…"
"She still can't believe it."
"Damn it," he remarked followed by his usual face palm gesture. "I couldn't deny it, though… I do see it, but I guess since we're not having any affirmation…"
"Denying reality since it seems so unlikely; we're in the same boat. But this time… We have the confirmation." I answered, hinting no compassion in my tone.
But that was just my voice.
"Tears…" Doug said softly, and handed me a tissue. "I believe you now."
I thanked him for the offer, and quickly wiped the moist away. "It still hurts... Even though I'd already had a hunch about it ever since… Even though I've been acting so tough, it really still hurts so badly… I think I may never escape this nightmare."
Doug patted me on the back and goes, "Life goes on."
Hello. Let me introduce myself. I am Clarisse Alexis Rosebelle; Claire for short. I am a twenty-six year old farmer who had lived in the simple village of Mineral Town for three years, content with her ordinary life.
And maybe because I was so used to having an average life, I was never prepared to handle drama and such, especially regarding my emotions and decisions. I couldn't think quite well when one of the biggest pains in my entire life came.
And oh yes. Let me share this "pain" I'm saying.
The love of my life—well, not really, but I really like him that much, fell in love with my best friend. And to make the story even more thrilling, my best friend likes him too.
Sounds cliché, isn't it?
Not really.
Let's rewind the time. Let's start from the day… I had confessed to my friends of my feelings for this guy… Spring the thirthieth of last year.
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New fic I'm working on. Hopefully I'll finish the whole thing before the inspiration I feel burns out.
Kinda uncomfortable writing this because I'm sorta revealing secrets. But oh well. I write what I feel.
Anyways, this is the fruit of my bitterness, sulking and brooding for over a month now. Hehe.
*For a certain someone*
You. If ever you are reading this.
Basically I don't care anymore if you get hurt by my bitterness. I write because I express my feelings through it. I don't care how many friends or schoolmates we have that would know that this is about you. Sit back and relax.
New fic I'm working on. Hopefully I'll finish the whole thing before the inspiration I feel burns out.
Kinda uncomfortable writing this because I'm sorta revealing secrets. But oh well. I write what I feel.
Anyways, this is the fruit of my bitterness, sulking and brooding for over a month now. Hehe.
*For a certain someone*
You. If ever you are reading this.
Basically I don't care anymore if you get hurt by my bitterness. I write because I express my feelings through it. I don't care how many friends or schoolmates we have that would know that this is about you. Sit back and relax.
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Oh this sounds like it's gonna be cool
^^ great beginning!
^^ great beginning!