The young lady boarded the bus and immediately caught the attention of all of the passengers.
She looked to be not older than 16, perhaps?
One could tell that she's cultured and refined. Her hair combed neatly and held in place with a white cloth hairband. She wore clothes that might have looked better if she were a 20-something-year-old: an off-white patterned top that had buttoned sleeves endin' just above her elbows. grey shorts and black pumps. Holdin' her left arm up, she fumbled thru her LV handbag for her mobile phone and sat down.
She's pretty, and tanned. Her eyelashes were long and thick. Did she apply mascara? I know not.

As I observed her, I couldn't help but picture C's face in place of hers.

C comes from a wealthy family. Although she doesn't seem to act like a milion-dolllar baby, this somewhat matured image of her could somehow fit into my mind, off-white patterned tops, LV bags and all.

And it scared me.

It scared me like crazy.

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I closed my eyes and saw the 2 of us.

We were camwhorin' on Photobooth, somehow.
The image ran on like a secret movie, stashed away in the attic or something, and finally replayed after being found randomly.

Coz this was the second time I've seen us like this, in my head.

We were happy, very happy.

You looked surprised in the photo, but you also looked contented. Pleased, even. (or did I make you out to be?)

I opened my eyes again and kinda shivered slightly.

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Why are we always so afraid to lose that someone?