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wednesday, august 10th

it's one my bestfriend and I used to play over text

I think it's called "be your own muse"?

interesting

tell me more

so, basically what happens is

one of the two people playing starts telling a story about both the players

for example, I start telling a story about you and me

and we both take turns adding to it

I see

since you're into drama and I'm into stories I thought it would be perfect 

it is, star

you're the real genius

okay, so should I start?

Can I start?

sure :)

The day is August 18th. It's nine in the morning and the hallways of Hills High are starting to fill with students who are trying to get to class before first period. Sahil is standing by his locker, trying to steady his erratic heartbeat, as he waits for someone to arrive. He has waited for this day since the day he met her, and a part of him still can't believe he finally gets to see her in person--to hear her voice, to be able to brush fingers with her, to be able to make her smile and be there to see it.

Tara stands outside the school gate, trying to recall the breathing exercises her Dadi taught her when she was a kid. For a second, she wants to flip open her Instagram and search for the boy she's about to meet, just to prepare herself for what she's getting into. But the thought passes as quickly as it arrived, and she feels her pulse race at the thought of laying eyes on him--a thousand questions cloud her mind, but she has answers to none. 

Will he be the same in person as he is on text? Will he find her company dull? Will she find him waiting for her? Will their story end well?

Sahil wonders which way their online friendship will go once they meet face to face--will they remain friends, or will everything change?

Sahil, wait

we don't even know each other 

I mean, we do, but not well enough to be thinking of things like this

what are you trying to say?

I have no idea|

I have n|

I'm not sure

I feel like there's so much between us that's unsaid

say it, star

you know you can talk to me

I don't know what it is, really

it just feels as if I need to figure things out

Tara?

on my own

why are you doing this?

why can't we just talk about it?

because I don't want to talk about it, Sahil

because you and I are too complicated to be explained|

because I don't want to ruin our friendship|

because I don't and will never deserve you|

after everything, Tara?

after everything we've been through, I'm suddenly too much of a stranger for you to talk to me? 

sometimes, taking time apart is necessary

it slows down things when they're going too fast

we've only been talking a week

stop throwing that in my face as if it's some kind of parameter to judge how we should or shouldn't be feeling

I know what the problem here is

you don't see yourself with me, do you?

you don't think this could be a real thing? You and me?

you and me what, Sahil? We're just two people who know each other through texts

how can you expect me to be certain of anything here?

how can you expect me to give up my heart like this?

because I trust you enough to do it, star

I trust you enough to give up my heart

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