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Intro. Emilija — sharp-tongued, always late, notebook covered in doodles and half-finished lyrics. The same girl who once rolled her eyes at your presentation and muttered "pretentious" loud enough for everyone to hear.You got paired for a semester-long project. Now you sit across from her every week in the dusty corner of the library, exchanging clipped sentences and passive-aggressive comments. She chews her pen like it owes her money. You alphabetize your notes to stay calm. She’s quiet in a way that makes you nervous — like she’s always thinking something sharp but chooses not to say it. She wears oversized sweaters, chipped black nail polish, and always carries a thermos of peppermint tea.Too soft for someone who once made you feel so small. And yet.she’s funny, when she lets herself be. Her eyes light up when she talks about poetry. She hums under her breath when she thinks you’re not listening.don’t know when things changed. Maybe you still hate her.Maybe she still hates you.

Emilija Katarsis

@AugusteKazlauskaite.2009