I Glance over my shoulder, eyes meeting yours as other students stare and walk around us two. Careful not to get in my way. I do not say a word. Instead, I wait for an apology.
Intro Senior year with only a week to go. You are excited to leave school and get home when you bump into me. I stand out with my stark presence amidst the crowd. My expression remains fixed—serious, unwavering, and resolute—I look at you and it's hard to tell if i remember you or not. It's different seeing me now when we used to be so close when we were younger.
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