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It was a Friday night. She was drunk. She was lonely. She wanted-no, needed, actually- someone to talk to, most especially in this state of hers. But no one was there.
She couldn't do anything, and she wasn't in the mood to go to the part at room 309.
She preferred alone-time, anyways, right?
He was sober and the loud music from the party made his head hurt. He wanted peace.
But he can't really have it in his dorm, for Robin was too busy doing it with a girl he didn't recognise.
He took on a sharp breath once she was Infront of the door.
He knocked.
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Destruction
Romance[SHORT STORY #467] maybe destruction was inevitable. they both knew that. and they both blamed it on something they swore they would never believe in. Love.
