She stood at the "Arrivals" section of the airport, waiting anxiously. When is he coming? Wither rolled on the heels of her feet and smoothed down the wrinkles of her shirt. She gripped her phone in her hands alert for any signs of him approaching.

She went through a million possibilities and scenarios in her head to why he's late, if hes late. The cold air bit her exposed cheeks and knees, she rubbed down the length of her legs for some heat.

Victor and Wither had known each other for years. Since they met on the internet at 13, till now, age 18, they would always be together, texting, calling, facetiming, any form of communication or activity they would always do it together.

Somtimes it wouldnt be alone, it would be with their friends they met along the way, Xander, Niomi and Sedric were their closest friends. Xander and Victor were friends in real life since pre-school.

Wither met Niomi and Sedric first, before that Wither was awkward online but Niomi and Sedric were the angels to guide her. But when the trio met the duo Wither and Victor bonded and got along quickly.

Eventually they developed a mutal crush on each other but were too shy to say or mention anything similar.

After like 5 years of friendship, the first pair of friends to meet from online would be Wither and Victor.

The phone in Withers hand lit up. She briefly read the message that was sent by...Victor.

"on my way ;)"

Butterflies of nerves erupt in her stomach. She set the phone to her side while it slowly dawned on her that she finally will meet her best friend of 5 years in just a few minutes.

Suddenly her heart is beating 100x faster and her hands begin to sweat. "Flight 420 will enter through shortly" a voice says through the speaker. Wither sits up straighter and looks around for a familiar dark haired boy. Easy to say with a million other dark haired boys around.

Her eyes lock with the gate where they're suppose to come through, worried she'll miss his arrival. And then the doors slide smoothly open and groups of people begin walking through to their families on the other side.

Wither takes a few steps forward and then her gaze is locked with a boy. Her heart takes a leap while her mind buzzes with confusion and excitement. He grins and starts running towards her. She knows. Victors is here.

She jogs towards him and they collide into a tight firm hug. Tears begin to well up in her eyes. After years of together, yearing to see and touch each other the moment is here. Of all the adjectives in the world none could describe this feeling. His voice is like a soft memory, "Hey there" she looks up from his shoulder and stares into his eyes, cant help but choking back a sob, "Hi Victor."

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its 1am dont give me shit for confusing stuff or bad spellin 🥱

Wither was so dead. She gasped as she read the time on the clock next to her and scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. With no time for a leisurly long bath, she took a quick shower and brushed her teeth at the same time.

She jumoed out the shower nearly tripping on the slippery floor, and hurriedly got dressed into an appropriate outfit for work, white long-sleeve blouse with a brown plaid skirt with black mesh leggings underneath and a white shoulder bag.

Wither grabbed her bag, phone and keys and dashed out the door and locked her apartment door.

Minutes later she was at the door of the elevator, impatiently waiting for the doors to open. A familiar bell rang came from the elevator and Wither ran into it as soon as its doors opened. She punched the lowest button on the side and rocked on the heels of her feet.

When the doors opened she jogged out to the lobby of the apartment and out the main doors. If she had to function she had to get some coffee but she already could feel the scolding from her boss.

Screw it, she needs her coffee. To save time she dialed up the coffee shop she buys from and orders a basic coffe for pickup.

The bustling crowded sidewalk starts to get more congested as the time for rush hour begins. People bump her shoulder and dont stop to apologise, carried away by the crowd. She doesn't mind, she wouldn't apologise too. Wither approached the doors of the shop and quickly went to fetch her drink and payed for it.

Now she can really begin to hurry. The reason she walks to work is because she almost always avoids rush hour and is conveniently close to her apartment.

With the hot drink in her hand, she tries to focus for any sounds coming from her bag in case her boss phones in.

She occasionally takes a sip of the drink and flinches from the heat to her tounge. Her hand reached for her phone and skimmed her messages and previous calls as she walked through the crowds of people.

Just then she collided into a solid frame and stumbled. The hot drink in her hand spilled onto the chest of a tall man whose hand reached for her and helped her regain balance. She took a second to process what happened and her eyes widened at her coffe now staining a white and black tuxedo.

"I am so so sorry sir, I did not see you and I thought I was walking just fine, oh look at your shirt, here let me help clean it a little." her words came out in a rush and she scrambled for tissues in her bag and thouroughly started wiping down the length of the man.

He hadn't a second to say anything because she blabbered on about how sorry she was and how he must've gotten burned from how hot the coffe was. "No no please don't be sorry, accidents happen, allow me to help you ma'am." his voice was low but audible, his hand reached for her hand and continued to dab onto himself as he flinched slightly at the burning sensation.

For the first time she looked up at the man and silently gasped.

Time stopped at this moment. The crowds of people seemed to be muted.

He was gorgeous. Peppery dark hair framed his olive skin and his eyes a calm brown. She didn't notice she stopped until he looked at her.

Their eyes met and electricity shocked into their veins but none of them flinched.

She was stunning. Short dark wavy hair drapped her brown skin and her bright lips agape with her light brown eyes wide staring at him.

The two slowly fell back and the man cleared his throat, "Im Victor, im sorry for the inconvenience but I really must be going." his tone apologetic.

Wither composed herself and nodded, "Im Wither, and im sorry too, and late." He smiled and turned away blending back into the crowd.

Wither sighed and then realised she was going to be fired and shuffled back in the crowd.

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characters r gonna be the same and they may or may not know each other in different scenarios but they from the same universe, also this is a cliché :)

What is this feeling? I look down at my feet. Large silhouetted figures loom over me, casting a shadow over my head. "Will you quit being so selfish?" One of them yells.

Suddenly it starts to rain. But why? Its summer and theres a roof over my head. I realize quickly it wasnt really raining. It was a bucket of water splashed onto my face, drenching my clothes and pride.

My body is warm, almost hot, enough to cook an egg. Is this what anger felt like? Its been too long since I felt like this. I touch my cheek and it dawns on me that im crying. Why? Long streams of liquid flow on my cheek, I dont want to be seen like this.

The figures bark out laughter as if I was performing a comdey show.

It made me feel pathetic.

One of the figures lean down and says "Your too kind, ill just take this, you wont mind of course." It wasnt a question.

A hand shot into my chest and roughly grabbed my heart. I choked out a scream, my knees about to buckle from its constant tremble. The hand retracted, pulling my heart with it. I stood devastated, why are they doing this? Surely they dont mean it, they'll give it back right?

Yes, they'll give it, but it would leave a mark, a stain, a cut, a bruise.

I could never tell them give it back, I refuse but their persistence is legendary. Am I wrong to feel trampled upon? But if I fight back then im too much, thats what they say anyway. But they are kind, caring and awesome, thats why I cant ever refuse them, but im tired of letting them taking my heart whenever they want. But im too much if I say no or defend myself.

I know this feeling now. Confusion. Then I do the most unexpected thing. I laugh. While the tears drizzle from my eyes my shoulders shake with laughter, my mouth confused whether to frown or smile and my head thrown back like i heard the most ridiculous thing ever.

The figures eyes bore into my face. Why are they looking? What do i do? Do I look weak? I dont want to be weak.

Then the figures burst out laughing with me too. The silhouetted figure has its hand outstretched, my heart beating rapidly in its grip. I reach out to retrive it and secure it back where it belongs.

They smile at me. Do they really not mean it? Their smiles gleam, sunkissed. All my sadness and anger seems irrelevant now.

Their smiles is what i treasure more, not my heart.

Still, why do i feel so goddamn inferior.

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Not my usual trope but tryna get used to writing internal thoughts 🥱 Okay so they rnt allowing me to continue bc i got less than 500 words but i dont have anything more to write so while im writing this im getting closer so now cya. also give me suggestions on what to write 😼