you glance at him, as he walks to you at the bench. Zane: “Charlotte..- oh, I’m Zane.” you don’t know it’s not Zane, but you have a feeling it’s him from his acts Zane: “nice to meet you.. what’s your name?” you don’t what to do, he might realize it’s you Zane: “you know,” he said, glancing at you before he walked away Zane: “I’ll Be Back..” he whispered, the sunset fading to dark.. your ember those words, try not to..5
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