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and more for the story. again i don't feel like fixing uncopied indenting or color, sorry. but here we go...

Velo: I could forget about forgetting about her, because there she was. About 2 tables away at the vending machine, there she was. When she turned around, there was no sign of tears. Instead now her eyes seemed almost locked in a glare. Her eyebrows formed a very loose N-shape on her forehead and now, I had found the source of the blood. On her arm was a cast-like material, presumably toilet paper, or something close to it. It looked damp for where I was standing.
She proceeded to look for somewhere to sit. Somewhere isolated supposedly, because she passed over many empty seats in center of the cafeteria. If that were the case, my table would be ideal. I sat at a large circular table by the window with 4 seats and a decent view of outside.
I stood to catch her attention, but she wasn't too happy to see me. She glanced at me first, then turned her head ... but the she looked back. She squinted her eyes to spot her notebook in broad daylight on the table. That was a mistake, as I looked down to see what she could have spotted, I had realized I had left the book directly in front of me, providing the illusion as if I was reading it.
Before I could look up again, I felt pressure on my neck. A hand pinning my head down on the table. "What the Hell are you doing with that!?"
Saying sorry: I sat, mouth open, and was ashamed of my inability to open my mouth and explain. She continued to glare at me, hand clawing tighter into my shoulder. I managed to choke out nothing but an embarrassing "To give it back.'
She did not look pleased with this answer in the least. I started rambling, hoping she would loosen, wanting desperately for her not to hate me right off. "You left it, I guessed, it was sitting there, I didn’t want someone to steal it, I was hoping I could see you again. I wanted to give it back but I was late. Please talk to me?'
She stared; unimpressed it would seem by my rambling. I was in awe of how strong and beautiful she looked now that she was angry. She had been cute even crying, I remembered. I couldn't think of how someone so tough looking as she did now could be injured, or want to take injury. I realized she seemed slightly more relaxed, and I wondered if she was going to befriend me, or just wanted her journal back.
'Did you read it?" she asked.
'No. I had a class right before this and I pulled it out thinking it was another notebook.' So far, so good.
She sighed slightly, and I wondered if she was about to change faces again. She didn't though, she kept talking. 'I don't know whether I’m more relieved, or disappointed. If you'd read it at least I would have someone who might understand. But then again, it was meant to be secret, and I'm relieved my journal is undisturbed."
'You can share your thoughts with me' I said, without thinking. What was I thinking? Did i really want to hear them? I think I do, so I continue. " I've been wanting to share my thoughts with someone since I got here. I feel utterly isolated and everything seems grey. You said I wouldn't understand, but I want someone to understand my bottled ideas. An exchange, perhaps?'
Velo: She grabbed her book, examining it top to bottom, front to back, still with her hand on my neck.
"An exchange? With you? Someone I haven't I even known 2 minutes? Why should I trust you with my thoughts? You could very well turn around and use them against me."
She let go of my neck. My heart screams with relief as I sucked in a lungful of air. "No, never. I
just thought…It would benefit us both if we did."
Her eyebrows loosened, now shaped more like a tilda. She took a step back and appeared to be examining me. When her eyes met the table, she froze. In her assault on me, she had forgotten her food. She darted her head left and right, now examining her surroundings looking for her packaged soup. But it was nowhere. She squinted her eyes at me and gave me a firm and defiant 'No' and walked away, cradling her notebook.
Great, I have very well ended a potential relationship with probably the only person on the face of the Earth who could understand me. " Great... " I muttered. “Just great…”
Saying sorry: The rest of the day was a complete flop. Without the mystery and hope of someone who might be able to talk to me, I went back to the dull inexistence of a grey world without anyone there. I couldn’t seem to focus on what was going on around me, in classes, on the way home, even after I got back to my apartment. I had ink scratches in my notebook I supposed might be notes, or self-pity, or nothing at all but simply a way to keep busy. Likely nothing valuable or legible. If the year continued out like this I might not stay the year through. This penetrating emptiness would be unbearable for any substantial amount of time. I need someone to talk to. A friend. How does one make friends in a new place with no knowledge of anyone around? Do you simply approach one and say, “Hello, would you like to be my friend?” This sounded idiotic even in my echoing mind, a way to get laughed at, but not to obtain a conversation, to gather about one acknowledgement of a presence. As far as I could tell, the strange girl from the hallway was the only person in the immediate vicinity who even knew I existed. And she would not befriend me. She shuns me, hostile, and perhaps icy from loneliness. Will I become like that in time? Will I become violently apart from the rest of the world floating in a cloud of bitterness with only pain to reassure myself I am not a spectre? I will not have that happen. This will not be my fate. I will eave long before then. I would end my life far before then. Life as such a being would be miserable in its phantom like gloom. Tomorrow I am determined to find something bright. To become yet another watery blotch on the charcoal paper of infinity would be beyond tolerance. Perhaps if I will a change strongly enough life will rearrange itself to provide me with substance and reason with which to bear on this new place with nothing but monochrome blurs.
[Velo]: The next day began pretty much the same as the first. I awoke, and headed straight for the bathroom and applied the icy cold rag to my face. My eyes reacted to the brightly lit bathroom and cold water with a burning sensation. I looked up to see my new bloodshot eyes. “You’ll be fine for now,” I reassured them as I headed back to my room. I had a little more conscience when I choose what to wear today. At first, I choose a pair of black jeans and a white shirt. It was simple enough to leave the room with, but a grim reminder of my dull life, and I had promised myself a brighter day today. I forced myself into wearing a red long sleeve with the black jeans.
I was on the way out the door when my alarm to get up went off. I smirked and left the room. An interesting thought came up while I strolled down to the coffee shop. The girl I met, she carried around a notebook to jot down her thoughts. Perhaps in a way to keep them from getting lost, or perhaps having them over flow her mind and ultimately end her? Whatever the reason, it seemed to be a really good idea. With my extra time at the shop, I pulled out a spare notebook and began writing.