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"I hope you will not miss me,"
"As if I could!"
"Goodbye, Sandrone,"
What did she do? Sandrone looked at the clock hanging high on the soulless marble wall. Midnight.
Cold creeps close to her limbs, not like she would care but it is annoying nontheless, her senses not vivid, the syntax code of her wired brains invalid, deep wild roar from somewhere beyond physical body screeches edges of lost sanity grabbing the last straw of patience, she fell again.
Fell.
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"Are you okay?" A soft, melodious voice asked, which belonged to dreamspace by its sound but actual owner was the young woman before the cash register.
"Y-Yes..." she stuttered, looking anywhere but at the pretty customer, the particulary persistent one at this point. She didn't know her name or who she was, but this voice...
Unforgettable magenta highlights completing the natural thin dark hair, what routine did this woman use to make it so shiny and pliant..? The blonde thought before she ws taken aback by voice again.
"Can I get my change then?" A calm question made the cashier's heart stutter oddly, she was just doing some summer job to sustain her life as a lonely university student, nothing unusual even for her arrogance, Sandrone did not shy away from work, she liked it.
Better than be cooped up at her little dorm and think about something ethereal.
"Of course!" She replied and complied with the request, the lady thanked her and wished a good day, making the blonde blush slightly.
'Silly thoughts... why am I suddenly blushing at some stranger? Stupid.'
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"The weather today is so lovely~," the words sounded like honey balm on tired soul, making the listener swoon with peculiar fondness, it flowed,
"Yeah... the city is quit nice in summer..." was all she could muster for an answer.
"I know, after all, I live here,"
"Oh? Sorry, I thought you were...uhm," she awkwardly stuttered something she thought was fine to say, it seemed to amuse the other girl though as she smiled.
"I look out of place, Right?" This sounded sad, as if people often said it to her.
"Maybe.." Sandrone didn't want to make it worse.
"People often say I look unreal...ethereal even, floaty... or that I look like living on the Moon or something," she continued sweet whispering, enthralling the listener.
"You do..."
"Thank you~," was too flowing and sudden as the customer left, adding last,
"My name is Columbina,"
"If you care of course,"
She felt nauseous.
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Life was nice. She did her classes well, did not fail even once, the socium was pleasant, less annoying people around and no unlucky day in sight.
It was pleasant.
Until Again.
"Do you think bubbles are cute?"
She sighs, this sweetness drained her spice. The cafe was loud, crowded, busy young people chatterinf, noisy kids playing and moody elders complaining about life. Nothing unusual.
"They are cute because their shape, everything round seems cuter," she stated as a fact it was, not knowing why she kept this discussion going with this oddity of a human being.
"Hmm... I think my drink got no bubbles," Columbina said frivolously, picking her cup of juice up and showing to the blonde girl,
"See?," she grinned.
"Silly, it is how it's supposed to be," was an irritated but soft reply.
"Hmm... bubbles go away quickly,"
"Yes, bubbles are bubbly,"
"Bubbly~," Columbina repeated playfully, staring at her friend who just gave her a tried hard but failed to restrain laugh.
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"Would you like me if I was a Fish?"
"No,"
"But I would love you!" was a cute, childish as usual reply, reserved for close people circle. Did the blonde once a stranger girl entered the list or was it simply just a borderless day of madness, nobody cares.
"And? I see no sense in your statements, Bina," cold seeped through the reply but not real biting one.
"Will You Join Me in~?" Columbina sing-songs the offer as she loomed over her friend, the latter was fixing up her old truck, do not attempt asking how she got one.
"What are you talking about? You can assist me but how can I assist you?"
"It's just a made up song, Silly," Columbina replied softly, using the unusual adressing which take took immediatley as it flustered even the air around judging how the rationality of her friend faded.
"You are impossible, I hope you reborn as a Fish,"
"I hope you will too, and we will swim together,"
"Dream on, I want not to accompany your unhindged head,"
"Ughhh, can you at least pretended you like me~?" Was all Bina said as she walked away from the other and stood on her tiptoes, hands clasped behind as if posing for a photoshoot, despite the circumstances being way less photogenic.
"No," a lie.
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"Do you Dream a Lot?"
"I dream about you sometimes,"
A smile of on her moonlit face was far more precious than anything she ever seen. All she needed to See.
A couple days after this innocent dialogue, the other took place.
"Do you like me?"
"No,"
"Say truth, or one truth and two lies,"
"What is the purpose? You are so bored?"
"Just say them," a serene plea could be sensed through the gentle sway of the delicate legs hanging from the rock where the girl sat, she always found a way to sit down.
"Fine!" The fair haired girl fumes and crosses her arms over her chest.
"I like you, I hate you and I..."
The coast was blissful and quiet, only her angry voice heard, the moon stood high over the sea. The World Paused for a moment.
"I don't like you," she added.
It resulted sudden hop off the rock, lunging at her, she scowls as her blissful friend tightly encircles her body, their delicate figures intertwined, the shadow casted by moonlight making it prominent.
"You love me,"
"Right, I love you, Bina," was a confession from depth of cold heart.
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