she will admit this to herself and say that she’s not entirely sure about this. regardless of the thoughts in her mind, a book rests against her chest, her arm holding it close -- that, of course, is not hers, but luckly enough she was able to pick it up leaving the almost empty class, noticing how no one had redeemed it back yet. the name on it said ‘ cloud strife ’, and of course she remembered him from another class they shared, and although they had never stopped to talk before, she still had his number saved in her phone, flashing back to that one time she asked for notes on the only day she had not attended class. so she dials the number as her weight shifts from one foot to another, teeth biting her lower lip but releasing the grip when someone on the other line picks up. a breath, ❝ ah, hello? ---------- is this cloud? ❞
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