&& morbid.

Of course she would say something. It’s like she intentionally knocked down the tall glass of juice and spill out all it’s content to the female for her amusement. She did not do it on purpose because she was bored that day, and she wanted to start a ruckus. She accidentally did that with pure innocence in her mind. And she would admit her fault - no doubt. But the female has annoyed her a little as it rubbed her mistake on her. Wednesday find it rude and offensive. Albeit cannot do anything but to apologize. She is at fault, something she had to accept. ❝ I’m sorry. Let me buy you another glass.❞ She stated without looking at the latter. ❝ And swear not to knock it odnw again. Do you want me to buy you a new dress too? ❞ This time she muttered in a dance of sarcasm. ❝ Offer you my bathroom? ❞

❝ Are you sure you want my opinion in this?❞ Wednesday’s voice rang a mixture of nervousness and flattery. One is because it’s the first time a visual arts student asked for her opinion despite her lack of knowledge about this matter.  Second is because majority of the time, she is not confident that other people would appreciate her commentaries and opinions ㅡ even criticisms perse. Compare to her vibrant exterior, her thoughts are quite the opposite. They can be very dark, gruesome and fucked up reality. Others often find it too much for their taste ㅡ as they prefer to protect their perceptions of the world they’re living in bright and flowery. The blond ㅡ Wednesday sees the world as dark as it could be. Whilst the fear that his shadow might engulf other people. Especially those enthusiastic ones.  ❝ Honestly, my words will not matter. What’s more important is yours❞

Wednesday crumpled like a piece of paper as she gave permission for the earlier night's exhaustion to wrapped around her fragile body and assault the remaining enthusiasm in her. It's another day in the script writing class, and despite her interest in that matter, she couldn't seem to focus. Her head is throbbing as it's still possibly intoxicated by the amount of liquor she inhaled last night. Also, her eyes are unbelievably heavy. She should have stayed indoors if only that’s possible. She work up under one of the library’s tables that morning. Heck, she wouldn't even dare to ask herself how and why.  ❝ Jesus Christ, I can’t take this anymore ❞ she mewled her exasperation  enough for her seatmate to hear her. Wednesday tilted her head a little to face him and slowly she murmured.  ❝ Wake me up when the class end. Thanks bro. ❞ Enough farewell before she hid her pretty face in the comforts of her folding arms, landing on the student’s able.

The odd male with an interestingly oval eyes has been all eyes on her for the past five minutes now. Wednesday knows because she’s been eying him from quite sometime as well. Not because she’s interested or anything. It’s just ㅡ at one point after she caught him staring at her, she began to ponder why. Is there’s something on her face? The blonde even pulled out a mirror to check but there’s none. Is there’s someone behind her that has been acting rather interestingly? She turned around but there’s a massive amount of student loiteringㅡ walking, minding their own business whilst everything are the norm. A simple question that continuously nagged her back ㅡ like a needle poking her chest. In the end, Wednesday cracked her own silence and walked towards the stranger, waving a hand and greeting him with a smile.  ❝ NO need to deny. I caught you staring at me, and I want to know why. No worries. There’s no right or wrong answers. Come on. Spill it out. ❞

[ I’m sorry, I have my plot page on pop-up so if you’re in mobile, you’ll probably won’t be able to see it. But here’s a page for that. I had this in case. :) Thank you for dropping by ]