She is always busy prioritizing herself first and nothing ever bent her towards a love achieved from someone else, ever.
He only has basketball in his life, it is his everything. He has no other thing in his mind except for the sport, at least, tha...
She rides the train at the same hour, come rain or winds or snow, treading the same road and passing by the houses and its people with impeccable familiarity.
If a person had to do this in repetition, one would find it a force of habit already.
She knew which houses dictate that she's nearing the train station, she knew what to expect, what to see.
But the sight of an unfamiliar stranger who stood suspiciously near the station's entrance-- it nimbled her feet and awakened her caution.
She thanked that during that moment, there were hefty commuters going to and fro, bustling with their days and the atmosphere being heady with urgency of a busy day's work ahead.
It gave her a false sense of security.
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She relegated her suspicions for now, since she has something much more important to look forward to -- an event much more significant than this, THIS hostility crawling into her heart telling her to run away.
But she didn't.
She hopped on the train, looking forward to the day ahead of her.
She's graduating Middle School you see, and she was brimming with anticipation and happiness.
The day swiveled away, she's on the ride home, ever so carefully, she was expecting to end her day with a smile on her face but upon disembarking, there he was -- the same suspicious man from that morning, still waiting-- and he's making his way toward her.
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