Once the
anger deflated from her big green eyes, they left mine in favor of the concrete
we both stood on. I didn’t know what I expected her to say, if anything, but I
was sure the silence building between us wasn’t something I’d expected either.
“Nick?” she
whispered my name like it felt familiar on her lips but distant. Forgotten.
Her eyes
rose to my face and I could feel them trailing across my features. Obviously
she was comparing the older me standing in front of her now to the
fifteen-year-old boy me that I was before I left her. The scrawny, shorter me
with the longer hair and bruised face. Her eyebrows drew together as an emotion
I couldn’t name swelled within her eyes.
“Nick Owen,
remember me?” I asked only because I couldn’t stand the silence anymore. She
had to remember me. How could she forget? It wasn’t like I was some stud-muffin
or anything, no, but we shared stuff with each other that we didn’t dare share
with others. We knew each other. We shared secrets and escaped them together in
the white shed with that stupid, dented green door.
Her eyes finally met mine, but only for a brief moment.
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