author's note

This was a count-to-one-hundred feeling: not fantastic, not mind-numbingly terrible. You had just made it to thirty seven when you heard someone exhale beside you.

You felt like lurching then and there upon making eye contact with someone you recognized.

It looked just like the guy you saw scribbling away in the corner of the library some nights, and while you couldn't be certain, the way his eyes met yours sent a familiar sensation through your spine.

That's why, watching the ash fall from the cigarette in his hand, you felt any track of numbers flee from your mind.

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COLLEGE AU/ENEMIES TO LOVERS SHORT STORY

Started: October 13, 2022

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