Till I met you (Bound)

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ith my mom and Henry on the weekend and they flew back to Fulton after their stay at a hotel close to Brownston. I wanted them to stay longer if they could, to live close by eve

ll. I made attempts to ask some of the students that hung around — it earned me gla

igh

I should have known better than to listen to mum and wear the white dress she picked out before she left. She said it complimented my sk

t was time for a slight impr

ning at the fifth "turn left and take three steps". It was more confusing than I bargained for bu

my face hitting his chest, it had to be a he. I regain my balance before raising my head to see who it was. This, someon

e turned to leave, what the hel

my lips. Seriously? Don't move? Come

apologize for bumping into me...with this rock-hard body?" My

e, his prying eyes accessing me like he was searching

felt

a brow as he tasted the

coff at me? My anger le

iny people below you, your narcissistic Highness!" I blurted out angrily, wit

ool and here I am, a

lematic", he muttered, tu

nd it landed right across his pale face. The hit had little to no impact on him, he merely stopped and turned to face me. Me, who was still praying for stability from the quick spin I took before throwing my bag at him, I was alr

on top of him, my face in his neck

ded o

bleeding. There I was, lying on someone I hulled my beg

at way to s

was obvious how much he tried to hold it together. I couldn't tell what he

someone throws a bag at you an

as a

bloodstain on his shirt, my blood. The anger I earlier harboured was g

e gave a glare that stripped me of all the confidence I had and left

o, D

ouple of "what ifs" boun

shouldn't have messed with? What if he'd make it h

ificate? That glare meant something

e but not this kind, this was a little too advanced level for me. My brain forgot the part where he

cked, it wasn't surprising, I had been told that two students shared a room, wh

der than I was. I couldn't say it was a friendly gaze, it looked more li

e wasn't asking. Her accent is pur

, I s

I wasn't trained

er tuck her red hair behind her ears, her green eyes were

rds, it formed a smirk even though

ng her slender arms now, "something mu

n, to ask to be alone in a public university. "you

n the bed o

points to the far end of the room

uitc

name is Dawn, by t

ele

red out of

today did much to refute that. Now, I had a roommate who didn't

day. Something must have happened, I cared enough to be worried. I clicked the app icon

time today hoping to get a hint that led back to reality, but nothing. Just a blank profile picture and a username "UndA". That blank profile and name I've grown to like

lt the same but no of us had ever brought that up, I'm no longer su

omething to take care of— I st

washed over me, I wa

now how this feels

probably on my bed, maybe this