#87of

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☾ — ( IM SCREAMING OMG AM I REALLY AMAZING ;;;;; CRIES EVERYWHERE )

“is this the end of us,” she starts, doing her best to make sure her voice doesn’t shake. eunha knew dating while being an idol was risky- if people found out, it would turn into this huge scandal, one that could potentially ruin her career. but that doesn’t seem to stop the aussie, because apparently, the heart wants what the heart wants. but it seems his heart won’t reciprocate ( or maybe it’s him forcing it, who knows? ) and it puts her here, in this situation, trying to get him back. “or just the means to start again?”

looking around she couldn’t find her victim anywhere in the livingroom. deciding that if she went further than the livingroom would be like she was overstepping the boundaries she sat in the couch , folded her legs and making a cup of tea appear in her hands she started to drink calmly while waiting for the arrival of the writer. of course, she realized that she was going to startle him , but then again, she was certain he didn’t have heart problems so he wouldn’t die or anything because of it. besides, there was nothing better than seeing shocked humans. it provided a sense of satisfaction for the sadistic witch. she was certain though that whatever shock she would cause, her suggestion would certainly pay him back for whatever grief he’d receive from madoka.

one of the worst things about finishing her last class of the day at 5:30 pm is dealing with rush hour. not having a car forces her to take the bus to her apartment on the other side of town. though of course, most people lived the same way she does, since the majority of the apartments and suburbs are in that direction. so naturally, the bus she takes is normally quite crowded at the time everyone is getting off work, and today was no exception. stepping on behind an older man, the blonde smiles at the driver, sliding her pass through the slot before turning and looking out at all the seats, although there aren't many to choose from. one is next to a tall, burley man dressed in dark colors with tattoos all over him. his overall vibe intimidates the shy girl, so her eyes gaze over to her other choice a few rows back, next to a woman in a pantsuit, chatting away on the phone. clutching her bag, shima makes her way over to her, smiling once more. "hi... sorry um, but is this seat taken?" she really wasn't expecting such an angry response. the woman starts yelling at her, asking if she's 'too dumb to realize you don't interrupt people on the phone' and hurling other insults and profanities. shima blinks back any tears that are threatening to escape, her face turning bright red, hanging her head slightly incase others are staring - which she sure they are. "s-sorry.. i..."