The lights, people buzzing around, noises banged inside her head. Her vision seemed blurry.

It's nothing. She told herself. A girl with pink shoes bumped into her. She fell down to the floor and her journal skidded across the corridor.

" Here....", a familiar voice. She took her journal back from his hand.

The touch. In an instant, her senses made her alert. She knew that feel.
She looked up to the guy who was standing before her...

Scarlet jolted backwards some steps. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her hair, she sprinted to the door.
"Scarlet, wait ! ", the voice came from the guy.

Today she won't wait. She had waited; long enough...

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Dear Diary,
                    Today I met him again. I tried to make the encounter pretty short. I couldn't stand that face. That voice that seemed so close. I hate him. You know I do. So I ran away, as always.
 

Yours.
Scarlet