To Want You

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ust reading it makes me want to barf. Whoever came up with this weird invention should be fired. And pronto. I return it back the next second and scoot farther away from it, going back to contemplating what I should have for lunch.

The building's becoming a lion's den. It's hard for me to easily walk around anymore.

With Abel under the same roof as me, the atmosphere isn't exactly helping me keep my posture at bay. All this professionalism I put up is actually just me forcing myself not to break down.

I find myself on high alert at all times. Having to do that since this morning played a toll on both my physical and mental sides. It was exhausting. I didn't like it.

If anyone were in my shoes, they'd feel the same way. Back in the day, he was my best friend. We used to do everything together. He had my back and I did do. Yet all that had to change because I didn't want to get hurt. It pains me every time I see him now. I have to pretend like I don't know him when I actually just want to hug him tight and tell him how much I missed him.

I know I've said it way too many times in my head how annoying he is right now but, I still care for him. I never stopped.

A heavy breath escapes my mouth and I shake my head and disperse the thought.

I have to get back before my thirty minutes are over.

"That'll be twelve dollars, ma'am." The cashier says.

I reach for my purse and hand her the exact amount before taking my stuff. I still have thirty minutes to spare. I don't worry too much about that. I only have a sandwich and a drink so it'll be fast.

Making myself comfortable on the stool beside the glass window, I twirl open the cap of my drink and take a sip from it. My gaze's planted on the window beyond, subconsciously watching people walking by.

Compared to the bustling noises of rapid footsteps and quick keyboard slaps, It's much peaceful here.

So peaceful.