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If we ever meet again][Amber&Yuri
Reluctantly, Amber walked across campus, heading for the building she had hoped never to enter while studying at Seongnam. She pushed open the door of the Dance complex, looking around. Her aversion to dancing didn't exist because she hated the art for hatred's sake. More like a set of incredibly awkward ballroom lessons during her early teens had set her up so avoid dancing. She stuck to the boxing ring for the most part, the exception being dark clubs, in the middle of crowds of people, which is where she'd found herself less then 15 hours before this.
Actually she'd danced quite a lot last night, maybe only because she wanted to get closer to that girl she'd met, but it worked. They'd definitely gotten closer, despite maybe 10 words exchanged between the pair, there wasn't much more needed. Besides, they were to busy to use their mouths for much talking.Â
At this particular moment though Amber wanted nothing else but to crawl back into her own bed and hide there, but she walked down the wall, trying to not looking into the windows of the various rooms where the dance majors of SNU were practicing. She'd put in a request a few weeks ago to get lessons, some extra credit program or something and she'd gotten the call a few days ago to come to studio F, they had an opening.Â
Upon finding the door to the studio, Amber paused momentarily to take a deep breath before going in. This would be a long day.Â
Chapter Twentytwo on Mibba
Miss *y Grande Soy Latte.
Won't let you get away, say if we ever meet again.
I wish my hair would grow faster, so many things I would like to do to her. I want to trim her, curl her and give her some life. Sometimes I wonder why I always thought I wanted a short bob. Maybe that's because I never ever had it, till few months ago. And now I am just so tired of it. Its pretty overrated to have short hair. Everyone commended my courage for cutting my hair, I was in glee for awhile. But well, that was very short-lived. We make some mistakes in life, here and there. Always pursuing blindly just because we didn't have it to begin with. Maybe it wasn't suitable for us in the first place. I wanted to do many things to my hair randomly. Wanted to dip die it, dye it navy, even side shave it. All that ideas died when when I got reminded of what I really want. And if you know me well you should know, all I ever wanted was Zooey Dechanel's f*cking awesome hair. I wanted some banks, some length and a big hairband. And every time, I just forget what I really want until I make choices that pulls be further apart from what I initially wanted. Hey, it was only January that I had bangs and the perfect length to do some slight curls. But by March, they were all gone. There was April a month of short-lived happiness. And its end of October, I am still stuck with the decision I've made. I bought many new air accessories to motivate my stagnant hair: gold bows, little sparrows.Â
Oh wells, as usual, the grass is always greener, the moon is always prettier.
And wtf, tetris is such a scam, I prematurely closed my game and my stars weren't recorded. Stuck at level 62. Forever stuck. I even named my wireless sharing that: Tetris Level 62.Â
Back to K-Law. Back to identifying whatever remedies there are when parties f*ck it up.
If we ever, ever meet, I'll never be the same ~~~~~