I see a bright light.
So bright it burns.
I sit up.
I see a boy.
He has blonde hair.
He stares at me.
He smiles.
He calls out a name.
I look at him.
He’s not smiling anymore.
He says the name again.
I look at him.
The boy I don’t know.
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Crossed Fingers
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