#c;whatif

[ofmxse]

Ciara: So..

Ciara: I may or may not have gotten you something >:)

[ofmxse]

" Take off all            of you skin I'm brave when your                     { f r e e }       Shake off all of your  s i n s   And give them to                              { Me }"

[ofmxse]

"Hurt is such a strong word, love. I am not hurt, I am furious. Someone once told me I was not good enough, not in the slightest, that I was nothing. Look at me now—I have everything she could ever dream of, but she can’t have me. I’m too good for her now—for anyone, really. It’s not about being hurt, it’s about revenge.”

"Revenge? All of this is just for revenge? Haven't you already seek your revenge then? You're a rock star now. It already backfired on that person and yes you are too good for her, but only her"

[ofmxse]

Ciara ran her through her hair as she walked out of the campus. Enjoying the breeze that was brushing against her. She had her journal in one hand and the other hand nothing as she headed towards the coffee shop on the campus. She walked up to the door, holding it open for the person who was coming out before walking in. She got her usual, ice coffee with a blue berry muffin. Right after she paid she headed out of the shop, walking across the grass to a bench. Her eyebrows pressed together slightly as she tried to recognize who was sitting on the bench. "I think there's a sign somewhere stating that hobos can't sit on benches that are on campus ground" she spoke in a teasing matter as she walked over and realized who it was. A small smirk appearing on her features as she sat down on the other side of the bench.