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chapter 4 talk of the devil Mindy's POV:  The next morning, I wake up and check my phone.                                                    It's been two whole days. No reply. Great. Is she mad at me? Of course she is. I mean I literally left her there without a reason. Well I did but that was just... dumb. I shouldn’t have chickened out. I mean, she was just admiring my ring. What did it take for me to not have reacted the way I did? People check out each other’s rings all the time without having one of them panic out. Right? No? What if she never speaks to me again? Has she blocked me? What if I never get to talk to her again? Lost in my what ifs,  my phone suddenly rings out loud. Riadne 📞 I was sort of scared to...

  let's talk humour. Relativity. What is humour to you might be offensive to others, or so we have been told and taught to respect. But what is dark humour really? Urban Dictionary believes it to be  A form of humor involving a twist or joke making the joke seen as offensive, harsh, horrid . But is that it really? This is the 21 st century. The society as a whole is well on it’s way for a sociological revolution, and with a growing intolerance, and rightfully so, to otherwise celebrated social evils. One can no more get away with racism, bigotry or sexism in the name of dark comedy or humour. Dark humour styles are associated with low interpersonal competence, particularly with poor ability to perceive other people’s emotions . Therefore, it is possible that individuals poor in the perception of emotions tend to use humour in compromising ways, because they do not (appropriately) interpret the target’s emotional feedback, or so it is said and believed. Humour can be attai...

 chapter 3 ghosts of highschool Mindy's POV I wake up the next morning with my earphones still plugged and my neck sore. I hadn’t realized I slept off on the couch while… thinking. I get up, wash my face and make myself some much-needed coffee. Stirring, I go out to my verandah and inhale the fresh morning air. I set my coffee down for it to cool and rub my sore neck. *ting* It’s a new text. I hurry to check my phone, hoping its Riadne. Much to my familiar disappointment, it is not. It’s an unknown number. Who is this? Fuck. Its Mark. I mean, it's M for Mistake.  Regrettably enough I DO remember you. You are basically what I call regret in its worst sense.  That is exactly what I don't want to remember, Mark William. I see him typing... and quickly flip  my screen off.  Mark was the last thing I would want to deal with right now. I check the text thread one last time out of pure impulse and immediately regret it. I roll my eyes. How typical . I get rea...

chapter 2 escape operation @ Pam's  Mindy’s POV Oh God, the day is finally here. Here I am at our mutual favorite, the Pam's café , waiting for her to enter through the swinging door any minute. I mean, I have been waiting for months,   but I can't help but wonder if it even is a good idea. What if I mess up? What if we don’t connect personally the way we do on text? I stir my coffee, lost in my endless circles of  what ifs . Just then someone nudges my hand off my chin and I loose balance.   “Dude, you good?”   Trisha asks with a concerned face and I am backed to reality. I was so nervous, of course I brought her along. She is my best friend, AND my back up just in case I chicken out and need an escape plan. I nod, staring blankly into my now-empty Pam's paper cup. “You’re gonna be fine dude. She seems like a decent human being. At least she won’t complain about your mood swings like that hideous ex of yours”, she teases. “You set me up with him you d...

chapter 1 maybe i'm in love idk Mindy’s POV I am not exactly sure WHEN it is that I fell for her, all I know is I have. Really, really hard. I mean, how could I not. She looks angelic. Was and is the sweetest ever. And I cant really put a finger on when it happened, but   god am I in love. The type where each new notification of her text sends goosebumps of anticipation down my spine. The type where each mention of her name makes me feel lightheaded. The type when I would find myself reading through our conversations, over and over again. I'm not entirely sure if a person could possibly BE that lovesick before even meeting a person. But guess what, I had. And that sucked. Bad.                                                                         23:10, Saturday ...