.1 i'm not sure where i'm going with this?
.2 aaaaaaaaahhh
.3 english is not my first language so please forgive me

The silence was deafening, she mused.

So this is it.

It was a different kind of silence, different from the ones she was so used to – the quietness in the exam hall; the quiescent little spot of hers in the library, the soundless room where she frequented all the time to practice her pieces – these were the silence she was used to. But whatever she expected, it was not this absurd silence, not this deafening silence that seemed to swallow her whole.

Slowly, she picked up her mug of warm mocha.

Or was it a frappe or a cappuccino or a latte?

For a while, she contemplated, staring into the swirling drink in her hands as she lifted it up to her lips.

Hmm, it's a frappe after all.

"Have you heard a word of what I said?"

Her green eyes blinked slowly.

"Yes, I did."

He sighed, and his pretty brown eyes roved over her for a minute before shaking his head.

"I wouldn't know unless you spoke something." He swallowed, and she was strangely fascinated with the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, before realizing he was continuing with his sentence.

"I'll think I miss you."

Smiling bitterly, hopefully, her mind rectified,

"Well, you don't need to miss me if we – "

His eyes flashed, and she could almost see a sense of regret in those beautiful brown eyes she loved so dearly.

"No, we can't."

Sighing, she tilted her head and scrutinized at her painted blue nails.

Oh no, this nail got chipped. When did it get chipped, I wonder – was it during the last lab lesson? Ah, I should pick a new colour soon, blue never lasts, it's so pale, oh, what ever was I thinking when chose blue?

"I… I think, no, um, it's time for class now. I'm taking another subject this semester. More time needed, y'know… yeah, I think you'd understand, right? "

She exhaled slowly.

"Yes, of course I do."

She smiled, and picked up her textbook from the table. Placing it in her bag, she stood up.

"We… can still be friends."

He inhaled sharply.

"Yes, we can. I'll see you soon."

Without a word of goodbye, he turned – and headed towards class.

She watched his distant back before leaving the café.

Sakura is 21, and this is her fresh start – a new semester; a new job; and a clean break.

Sakura breathed in deeply.

She is ready for her second year in college to start.