She's in a cafe, trying to get some work done before she has to go to her afternoon class. She's sipping on her chai latte, diligently copying the notes she borrowed from last week's class. She hates depending on someone else, but when you're as weary about illness as she is, a tickle in your throat warrants staying home in bed. There's no use risking a cold, or worse, a flu, for the sake of education, right?
She's currently highlighting an important part of the text, when she hears the first few bars of the one Travis song she's never been able to erase from her iPod. The one song that holds more meaning than any other song because it represents him and her and what they shared that entire year and it's all just too much for her in that moment.
But instead of changing the song--scrolling to the next one or even shutting the damn thing off, as she's done in the past--she sets her highlighter down and listens to the words one last time.
God. She's such a fucking masochist.
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