Every memory causing her to relive it.
She would silently laugh in her bed.
Lying on her back looking at the ceiling.
All those silly moments she was never apart of.
He would smile and laugh with his friends.
It made her happy.
His smile would be replaced with either a smirk or a sneer because he had seen her.
He did not like her.
She knew that.
She would always imagine what it would be like if he loved her.
Always wishful thinking.
Every thought was for him.
She knew she could never have him, but she was addicted to him.
One day it happened.
She was watching him.
Trying to not be noticed.
When she really looked at him.
She did not want him.
She did not want what her fantasies offered her.
She did not want to die knowing that she had wasted her life pining for a soul she never truly wanted.
She smiled.
The first smile that was for her and her alone.
She was done.
There would be no more sleepless nights with his face centered in her mind's eye.
It was bliss.
Gleefully smiling to herself, she rised from the table and continued to her first class of the day.