Indica believed that she had somehow fallen sickly in love.

how? she hadn't a clue in the world. all she knew was that whenever you were around she felt herself heat up and get slightly more self-conscious when you entered the room. she wasn't insecure, just more aware of how she wanted to present herself, like she wasn't already.

she found herself a little bit too mushy for her own liking, not as if it was a bad thing, never! she always found it a good trait to be able to express her feelings in a way that was healthy. it just isn't her main priority at the time.

she's saving up for an apartment and move out when the end exams have been declared as finished. she can't do that and daydream about a relationship, it would throw her off balance and that was the last thing she wanted.

though, was it such a bad thing to restrict herself from indulging in one silly wish?

it's not like you were a bad person, you guys have known each other for quite along time — to the point even both of your parents were acquainted, and time-passing and interests wavering from here to there. indica's feeling started unraveling from the seams.

until then she'd sneak in a two, or three glances before she had checked off getting an appartment off of her bucket list for this year.