Suzy sat quietly, alone with faithful headphones again, typing up some story other another. Keys clicked, hushed, noise overpowered by music. She sighed, thinking of him again, mocking herself for being so bloody smitten. Friends had been taunting our sad, confused little character, persuading her into divulging those feelings about said man. She'd thought about it quite often, during sleepless nights, but simply didn't have enough audacity; in fearing his reaction, -or more, rejection- Suze stayed heartbroken. So the shy girl merely pined, listening to Cure CDs (their favorite), wishing that he'd call and say, "I love you! Let's go."
