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‹| Mood‹›Determined |›​

› As Freya was putting the finishing touches on her hair, she received a text from Tucker.

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From: Tucker To: Freya › Hey Freya! I'm at the cafe already. › No rush, just wanted to let you know! : ) I'll wait for you before I go order something so we can just go together he he ​

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› Her heart skipped a beat. › Was she really going to go through with this? › She headed out the door and took off running.

『Hold on, Enywas.』​

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› On her way to the café she received another text.​

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From: Tucker To: Freya › Hey Freya! I'm so sorry, I have to cancel our plans. My mother is going to be in the hospital for a while. ​

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› She stopped in her tracks, her heart was still racing, but she let out a sigh of relief. › She wouldn't have to go through with this. › But was this healthy? › Was putting it off and running away really the best thing? › She had no choice in the matter. › Tucker was going to be gone for a day or so. › She knew she couldn't push the issue, Tucker's mother's health was more important. › She typed up a reply.

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From: Freya To: Tucker › Oh my god, is she going to be okay? Please, take as much time as you need to go visit her. That's more important. Would you like me to accompany you? ​

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› She typed as she stood in the middle of the sidewalk, the cold winter air biting at her face. › She wouldn't have noticed the cold had Enywas not started to shiver against her neck.​

『I suppose we should get out of the cold, shouldn't we?』​

› She decided to head the rest of the way to the café, if Tucker wanted her to come along, she could meet up with him there. › She made it about 3/4 of the way there before getting another text.

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From: Tucker To: Freya › That's okay. I would love to have the company, but my mom doesn't know you, she'd just have too many questions and I don't want her to focus on anything other than feeling better. I'm sorry. ​

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› Freya let out a sigh of relief. › She did care about Tucker's mother's health, but she knew it would be stressful meeting her crush's mom.​

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From: Freya To: Tucker › Okay, I hope she recovers quickly. Be safe...​

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› By the time she arrived at the café Tucker was nowhere in sight. › Another relieved sigh. › She decided to order her coffee and a scone. › She now had the whole day to herself, she didn't know what she should do now. › As she snuck nibbles of her pastry to Enywas, she contemplated whether or not she should try to be more social today. › Probably...She grabbed her mobile.

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From: Freya To: Dennis › Are you free today? ​

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› She sent the text and let out a sigh.

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『Looks like today is going to be stressful, either way.』​

She never wanted to do it. Period.

//Ex

Wow I just realized how shallow this post makes me seem. She was also a flaming asshat who took legal means to take control of a website we mutually ran after a huge fight two years AFTER we had even broken up.

Which was the kind of person she was.

So just graces and xillia 1 for english players?

Why can't I like this post more than once?

I had an ex who enjoyed it, she was way into yaoi.

Like.

Creepily into it.

That commercial was so 90's I shat pogs.

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‹| Mood‹›Confused |›​

› Freya looked across the table at Tucker, she didn't remember much of her morning, in fact she didn't even remember getting here, but there he was. › Two cups of coffee were sitting on the table, hers, a dark roast with not much in the way of cream or sugar, she liked the bitter taste. › It was a mystery what Tucker had ordered, she was curious about it, but felt it would be a waste of time to ask. › After a few minutes of silently sipping her coffee and avoiding eye contact, Tucker broke the silence.

『There was something you wanted to talk to me about..』​

› His voice showing hints of curiosity, kindness, and worry. She could tell he was concerned, even if she hadn't given him specifics, he was ready to be there for her. › This is why she liked him, he was so different from her, he really cared about people, about her, his friends. › She wished she could be more like him. She wished she could make herself care. › She wanted to be a person in whom other people could confide, and find empathy.

『I wanted to know..I wanted to know what you think of me.』​

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› This wasn't what she'd meant, but she couldn't just blurt out that she'd quietly been falling in love with him since the day they'd first met. › She wanted to just yell out her feelings, all at once. › She knew she never could, it would be weird, strange, if just, all of a sudden, the girl who had never showed any outward interest in him, confessed that she loved him.​

『What do I think of you? Like, as a person, as a friend? As a student, musician? You gotta be more specific.』​

› He laughed a bit as he talked, his smile lighting up his face. › She knew he was just playing with her, she knew, or at least, she thought he knew what she meant. › But she would go along with it, if it had been anyone else she would have barked at them for wasting her time, but this was time being spent with him. › Even something as irritating as an artificially lengthened conversation was bearable. › More than bearable, she wanted it. › She loved his voice, every tone, every phoneme. › She wondered why, what about him was different? › Was he actually different from everyone else, or was she just telling herself he was? › She reached for her coffee so she would have something to fumble with.

『As...a girl.』​

› She said, looking off to the side. › As if to hide the words that she'd said, she held her coffee just above her mouth, the aroma of the roasted beans calming her, ever so slightly. › Would he understand, at this point she didn't know if he really did. › Why couldn't she just ask him if he would be interested in her? › Maybe she was afraid of what he would say. › The past few years of her life were devoted to the thought of being with him, countless nights she would lay in bed and imagine their life together. › What if he rejected her?

› She had a plan for that. › She knew there was a chance she could make him love her. › Her hand slowly moved into her pocket. › At least, she wanted to believe it. › She didn't know if something like this would work. › She began to fiddle with the container she kept on her. › It was something out of a story book, a love potion? › She'd seen this type of thing in movies, and on TV. › But like zombies, werewolves, vampires, aliens...she knew it couldn't be real. › But what if it was? › As she played with the vial, her attention became more and more focused on it. › Could everything else she thought was just fantasy be real? › Does the tooth fairy exist? › Her train of thought was interrupted.

『I don't know what you mean? Like, do I think you're 'girly'? Or something more than that? I think you're quiet, you never talk much, or really hang out with friends, but I think you're nice on the inside. You just need to come out of your shell more often.』​

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› He said, with reassurance in his voice. › She had trouble paying attention to his words, as she ran her thumb around the soft grommet of rubber that kept it sealed. › She couldn't dodge around the question anymore, she had to be direct. › It was ironic, the one thing she wished of everyone else, being straightforward, was something she, herself, couldn't do at this moment.​

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『I..I meant-as in...dating..wise.』​

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› The sounds around her grew quieter, as the gentle pressure of her fingers running against the glass grew louder. › She had to stop. › Could Tucker hear it? › He must, by this point the soft squeaking was as loud as the cars passing by. › She had to stop. › In her mind's eye she was seeing the vial. › The sound becoming louder by the second, a steady squeaking, back and forth, back and forth. › Tucker smiled for a moment, she could barely focus on his face.

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› She could barely make out what he was saying, the squeaking getting louder and drowning him out. › He sounded muffled, far away. › It was awful, painful, the sound. › She couldn't bear to listen to it, but she couldn't stop it. › Squeak › Squeak › Squeak › Squeak › Please stop. › Stop it. › Stop doing this.​

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『Please, tell me, I can't hear you. Tucker...』​

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› Her own words seemed to get drowned out, she knew what she was saying, but the incessant squeaking made her doubt he could hear her. › Why wasn't he aware, could he not hear it?​

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› She was on the verge of tears, between her inability to hear him, and the insanity she felt herself slipping into from the sound. › Oh, the sound, she felt like it might make her explode. › She needed to vomit, she couldn't take it anymore. › Anything to stop it, even death itself would be welcome, if it stopped the horrible sound. › She had to get out, she had to do something. › She tried to stand up, but she couldn't move, she was paralyzed. › Held in place by some force she couldn't see or feel. › She-​

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› Freya woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. › Beep › Beep › Beep › Beep › Her hand, still holding the potion. › She lay there for a moment and held it up to the light. › What was this thing? › This supposedly magical thing. › Would it work? › She needed to know. › She had to try something. › She flung her alarm across the room, unplugging it as it flew. › She stood up and swiftly walked to the bathroom and began getting ready. › She was quick, precise, forceful in every way. › But she was not angry. › No, this was something else. › Something she'd not felt in a long time. › She was confident.​

Anime of the year, every year.

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Pay attention to me, beau.

I think you're adorbs.

What's up?

Hi beau

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‹| Mood‹›Determined |›​

› As Freya lay in bed, Enywas curled up on her stomach, she recounted what happened that day. › After the incident at the bank, she had made it to the tailor and gotten the supplies her aunt had asked for. › After dropping everything off, she headed home. › It was only when she tossed her purse on to her bed did she hear a faint "clink". › Instantly, it hit her, she'd taken it home. › What was she going to do? › Should she take it back? › Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a notification from her mobile.

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From: Tucker To: Freya › Absolutely ! I'll be there after checking the shelter. See you tomorrow ! : )​

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› That settled it. › Her plans were set in motion and she felt she couldn't back down now.

› She lay there, holding the small crystal vial up to the decorative lights outside, making the liquid inside dance and shimmer with color. › She went over every little detail for the next day. › Tomorrow was the beginning of something big, and, for once, she felt completely in control.

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‹| Mood‹›Nervous |›​

› Pushing the door to the bank open, she was greeted by friendly faces and warm air. › She made her way to the counter.

『Hello, young lady, how may I help you today?』​

› The woman behind the counter greeted her.

『I'd like to make a withdrawal, please.』​

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› Handing the woman behind the counter a withdrawal slip, she contemplates for a moment. ​

『I'd also like to see my deposit box..』​

› She says, the words just loud enough to reach the ears of the person she is speaking to. › As the woman behind the counter acknowledged, and began readying the cash, Freya felt a light buzz.

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From: Tucker To: Freya › Hi there ( : › What's up?​

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› She nervously typed a reply.​

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From: Freya To: Tucker › Will you meet me for coffee tomorrow morning? I want to ask you about something.​

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› She hesitated for what seemed like hours before forcing herself to hit send.​

『Miss, here's your cash, the deposit boxes are right this way.』​

› The clerk counted out her money, and led her to the back. Box number 61379. › With each passing moment, her heart began to beat harder. › This is where she kept it. Would tomorrow be the day? › It seemed like she'd done this a thousand times. › Each time she would look inside the box, pick up the vial, and then put it back, too scared to bring it with her. › She was too afraid to use it, too afraid of it. › As the clerk opened the small door, she caught a glimpse of a small vial of liquid.

『Oh my, what a beautiful thing, may I ask what it is?』​

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› Freya stumbled over her words for a second, then mumbled the first thing that came to mind.​

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『It-it's perfume. It's...special perfume.』​

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› The clerk smiled, and without asking, picked up the vial. › She noticed it was a bit weighty, heavier than something this size should be, but gave it little thought.

『May I?』​

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› She asked as she began to open the vial, as if she expected the answer to be yes.​

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『I-No, please, it was my grandmother's, and I don't really want to risk it being spilled.』​

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› Freya quickly stepped over and, with a swift motion, grabbed the potion from the clerk. ​

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『That will be all for today, thank you.』​

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› Freya said, with an obvious sarcastic politeness. › As she made her way out of the bank she took a mental note. › This woman has made her list. › She would be one of the many people Freya would kill, if she ever finally snapped. › She could never really decide if this was a healthy thing to do, keeping this list. › She never put much thought into it, and like every time before, shrugged it off. ​

› She made her way down the street, at almost twice the pace as before. › The incident with the clerk had left her angry enough to forget about the small concoction gently clinking against the mobile in her purse as she walked.​

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