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I sat quietly, my arms outstretched on the table in front of me. My head was nestled in between them. The cool wood brushing against my hands and chin was a strangely pleasant contrast to the soft warmth of the sweater cradling my forehead. I guess without realizing it I had become accustomed to that spot.

My eyes fluttered open at the bright chime of bell above the bookstore’s entrance. I peeked over the fluffy folds of fabric at the door. I could just barely see Henry as he walked in, smiling like always. I had become accustomed to that too, to him. That had been what I wanted for a good while but it still felt bizarre. My head sunk back onto the table and I sighed. Sure, it was easy enough to picture all sorts of silly romantic ideas about a stranger but after having gotten to know him? It would be...weird. We were friends after all.

Without lifting my head my gaze wandered to the window. A few people were passing by, laughing amongst themselves. Easy to picture things with strangers, huh? I thought. I pursed my lips and sat up.I glanced down at my backpack, hugging it to my chest. I knew well that the journal inside was chock full of assumptions and stories about people I’d never met.

I looked back to the window. I used to be able to stare out from the balcony for hours on end and did plenty of times yet only now did it feel like I had been seeing just the same closed-off view there as I had here. It felt...small.

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I sat quietly, my arms outstretched on the table in front of me. My head was nestled in between them. The cool wood brushing against my hands and chin was a strangely pleasant contrast to the soft warmth of the sweater cradling my forehead. I guess without realizing it I had become accustomed to that spot.

My eyes fluttered open at the bright chime of bell above the bookstore’s entrance. I peeked over the fluffy folds of fabric at the door. I could just barely see Henry as he walked in, smiling like always. I had become accustomed to that too, to him. That had been what I wanted for a good while but it still felt bizarre. My head sunk back onto the table and I sighed. Sure, it was easy enough to picture all sorts of silly romantic ideas about a stranger but after having gotten to know him? It would be...weird. We were friends after all.

Without lifting my head my gaze wandered to the window. A few people were passing by, laughing amongst themselves. Easy to picture things with strangers, huh? I thought. I pursed my lips and sat up.I glanced down at my backpack, hugging it to my chest. I knew well that the journal inside was chock full of assumptions and stories about people I’d never met.

I looked back to the window. I used to be able to stare out from the balcony for hours on end and did plenty of times yet only now did it feel like I had been seeing just the same closed-off view there as I had here. It felt...small.