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I don't want to know,

What time is it.

My alarm clock rings.

Barely awake, I stop it.

I grab my phone.

Do my stuff and preparations.

I am walking on my way to school.

In this intersection,

I take a look at the adjacent street.

It is where I see her.

Nope.

It is where I see her,

Again.

No doubt.

My heart starts to shout.

She is coming this way.

I better continue.

"!"

I hear someone say my name.

"!" Again.

It is coming from that direction.

She is calling me.

!? !? !?

You are-

"Looks like we are classmates again."

A total silence in my mind has surfaced.

The cause?

My so called "destiny,"

Turns out to be my classmate.

From there,

My body just moves on its own.

We reach the school before I know it.

At lunchtime,

I go to the rooftop.

There are a lot of questions circles around my head.

I want to blame the author.

I want to ask him.

An endless chain of why's and how's.

But.

Before that.

I refuse.

Perhaps I'll just let this things to happen.

I like how he set it up for me.

It is up to me.

How to be the author

Of my own

Love story.

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