A/N: Hey guys! Back again with another update! Hope you like it!

Letting out a sigh, she places her phone with the screen facing down next to her. Just to turn it over again when a second later.

The screen remains dark and she throws her head back against the headboard of her bed, staring up at the ceiling.

The ceiling fan blurs as she zones out, mind wandering towards paths she hasn't taken. So many roads in so many directions, all twisting away out of sight into the fog of a future she'll never know.

It's impossible to chase down all the trails, yet the idea of them haunt her when she starts down one.

Is this the right way to go? Maybe the other one would have been better? Or maybe that one she saw a block away was the secret route to take her to her destination?

So many thoughts.

So many what ifs.

So much uncertainty.

The sound of a car passing outside brings her back and she blinks away from the ceiling to sit up and stare at the wall in front of her.

Pictures and art take up the white space, a mixture of happy memories and maturity that proves the relative stability of her life.

Sighing again, she tries to resist the urge to look down at the screen and fails miserably. Tapping it reveals the time in big bold numbers 10:26 PM.

She groans, pulling her legs up towards her chest. The blanket feels nice and soft bringing her the slightest bit of comfort even though the weight of a textbook is on her chest.

Not enough to suffocate her, but a presence to be felt nonetheless.

If only she could shake it off, crumple it to pieces and move on with her night. But it's always there, a reminder of the risk she's taking, a pre-emptive warning sign from her heart.

Because throwing yourself into something without any promise, any reassurance, any semblance of fruition is a risk.

Putting yourself on the line for something that could reap absolutely nothing but hurt is not an easy weight to leave behind.

Every word could be the last and her mind assures her that it is, as if thinking that beforehand will lessen the blow.

It won't.

Her legs fall back down and the blanket poofs down as air fills the space between it and the sheets. There're not too many options so she ends up back where she started, staring at the ceiling fan once again.

It's weird because she knows her worth. And yet she still believes that no one will give her the chance that she's willing to give them.

She has to actively fight the urge to walk on eggshells in fear of shattering whatever fragile line is starting to be made. Because ultimately, she knows that if it breaks that easily, it wasn't strong enough to begin with.

Sighing for the third time, she shuts her eyes. An active battle going on at 10:30 PM on an otherwise serene Friday night.

It's fine and it's not but she's okay and that's what matters. If you want something you have to work for it.

And love is not an exception.

Swallowing the hard pill of what ifs, and uncertainty and the fear of hurt is the only way through this.

Her phone dings and her eyes fly open. Hand reaching for the object before she even has a chance to register what she's doing, she swipes up the notification.

Hey! Out with some friends, wbu?

It's simple, but it's enough. It's a response and for now that's all she can really hope for.

It's a chance.

A/N: Something I've surprisingly not covered in this series is dating. But it's an important part of finding love, and it absolutely sucks. Taking a chance on someone and putting your time and effort into something without knowing if anything will come of it, sucks.

And that's what I wanted to come across with this one, the uncertainty and the thoughts of maybe this isn't the right person to pursue and all the other shit that comes with trying to actively find love. It's hard work and did I mention it sucks.

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