(I would like someone to play my characters friend [who's a boy], who eventually turns into her love interest, and someone to possibly play Zach. Thank you. n.n)
"Zach... Where are you going?"
"Away from you."
"Huh?!"
"I don't love you anymore, Sara. Actually, I've never loved you."
Sara slowly stirred awake, dark eyes looking around the dark room. She looked over at her clock. 3:32 AM. She grunted, pulling the covers over her head.
Why was she even dreaming about him? They broke up two years ago, at the start of his college career. Now she was in college, trying to get her associates in art history. She pushed the covers off of her, then crawled out of bed, walking to her bathroom, dressed in just panties and a short t-shirt.
She flipped the light on, staring at herself in the mirror. Bed head, tired eyes, freckles bright. She sighed, knowing she wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon, so she showered.
When class had started, she was dressed in jeans and a long button up shirt. She was half asleep, trying to take notes, only to have her face planted in her notebook, hair surrounding her head.
She awoke when there was shuffling around her. "Aw, fuck..." She murmured, sitting up and gathering her things, leaving the classroom. She shuffled around the halls, her head down, clinging to her backpack, making her way outside.
Her mind rambled back to her dream last night. Why was she even thinking about him? She sat down at a table, trying to figure out why as she took notes from her book.
"Zach... Where are you going?"
"Away from you."
"Huh?!"
"I don't love you anymore, Sara. Actually, I've never loved you."
Sara slowly stirred awake, dark eyes looking around the dark room. She looked over at her clock. 3:32 AM. She grunted, pulling the covers over her head.
Why was she even dreaming about him? They broke up two years ago, at the start of his college career. Now she was in college, trying to get her associates in art history. She pushed the covers off of her, then crawled out of bed, walking to her bathroom, dressed in just panties and a short t-shirt.
She flipped the light on, staring at herself in the mirror. Bed head, tired eyes, freckles bright. She sighed, knowing she wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon, so she showered.
When class had started, she was dressed in jeans and a long button up shirt. She was half asleep, trying to take notes, only to have her face planted in her notebook, hair surrounding her head.
She awoke when there was shuffling around her. "Aw, fuck..." She murmured, sitting up and gathering her things, leaving the classroom. She shuffled around the halls, her head down, clinging to her backpack, making her way outside.
Her mind rambled back to her dream last night. Why was she even thinking about him? She sat down at a table, trying to figure out why as she took notes from her book.