You sit there looking at your watch, seeing people hurry past. No one talks to you so you feel invisible. You listen to the shuffling of uneven footsteps, the sound of car engines and conversations retreating, moving away from you. You realise that that is all things seem to do these days; move away from you.


A glassy drop spatters on your watch as you stare unseeingly, then another. You start and look up. She will come out soon. It starts drizzling, making wet spots on your white shirt. The sky is bleeding like your heart, but that is not true, is it? Still isn't that why you're sitting outside her lecture hall waiting to watch her again? You sigh.

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