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Book leaned on the wall of an alleyway nearby, hopelessly waiting. Price Tag was supposed to come today, and she was supposed to confess her feelings to them tonight at a restaurant, but they never showed up.
What was she waiting for at this point? It’s been so many hours, and they still aren’t here. And to think that they were late!
It’s pathetic, really.
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How did it end like this?
Pin stormed out of the restaurant, on the brink of tears. The very thing she was waiting for, preparing for, and the thing she did everything in her power to make sure it goes well.
Done.
Her and Coiny were almost like a timebomb; it’d only be so long until they’d explode into a chaotic jumble of arguments.
Suddenly, rain started to drip from the sky, and it eventually culminated into a strong downpour.
Shit, she thought. She’d better hurry up and find shelter, but no way in hell would she go back to the restaurant.
Suddenly, she saw a figure in the distance. Based on the silhouette, it seemed to be Book. Cautiously, she peeked to the alleyway where she was, finding her sobbing on the floor. She had her head in her hands, and all she could do was cry.
Pin tentatively put a hand on Book’s shoulder, a silent question in her gaze. It didn’t take long before Book stood up and crumpled in her arms, gripping her back like a lifeline as she cried.
It seemed as if being anywhere near Book was like looking through a mirror; they always had similar experiences.
Maybe they could help eachother.