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>You revisit your self-inflicted anguish that tormented you last night while you sobbed in the shower.
>In that half hour underneath the torrent of steaming water, you came to the realization that that was why you were seen as undesirable by so many of the guys you were attracted to.
>You were unattractive.
>Repugnant.
>Weak.
>Ugly.
>It was a realization that should have come to you sooner.
>And yet when it did dawn upon you, you felt a bittersweet sense of...satisfaction, for lack of a better description.
>More along the lines of you discovering what had made past romantic efforts so strenuous.
>At least you could tell Anon you understand why he rejected you.
>But the thought of coming face to face with him after yesterday leaves a nauseous feeling that creeps up your esophagus, threatening to recreate The Exorcist.
>Forcing yourself to choke it back down, you finally arrive at the library doors.
>You take a deep breath and recollect what remains of your frayed sanity and reach for the door.
>"...I just need to talk to Moondancer about....something. It's important."
>'ANON!'
>The sound of his voice causes every single muscle in your body to seize up.
>"Why, Anon? Is it about what you got under your jacket?"
>"It's none of your business, Slide Rule. Go fanboy over the new StarCraft patch or something I don't care. I'm going to find her."
>'OH NO!'
>The echoing silence of the library on the other side is broken by hastened footsteps that gradually get louder.
>It's as if your mind has gone to DEFCON 1, as you break into a nervous sweat and your heart feels like it will burst.
>You silently scream at your body, demanding it move.
>You had to hide.
>You couldn't bear to see him.
>'He's coming right for me I can't let him see meIdontwanttofacehimIcantdothisIlov-'
>"M-...Moondancer?"
