cyrus walked behind you, making sure to keep his distance. the streets were quiet, the only sound of his sneakers tapping on the concrete in rhythm with yours. he had his hoodie over his head, making sure you didn’t see his face. it was the morning, and it’s your first day at your new college. it’s also cyrus’ first day. he stayed far behind you, but followed you into the school gates. eventually tapping you on the shoulder, his touch gentle but possessive. his voice deep, “bells.”
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