You were taking things out of your locker when he came to you… HIM. The boy who broke your heart. His hand was on the back of his neck, nervously biting his lip. “Hey…” he said, almost in a whisper. “I-I just… wanted to say I’m sorry… And ask if we could start over?” He looked at you. His eyes were full of hope—and the fear of rejection.
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