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⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓷⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅
I don't know how I managed to bump into her again, but I am not complaining, her belongings are spread all over the floor, I know that I should bend down and help her gather everything but I can't, I am screwed into place, I have no control over my body anymore, all of my muscles feel so tense and locked it hurts, why is this happening now?
is this a punishment?
This feels far too cruel, and sadistic, I know that I haven't done anything that bad to deserve this, or maybe I did.
she doesn't do anything about it too, my eyes search for hers, I had my suspicions about who she was but know I am sure of it, I could recognize her eyes anywhere because i comited them to memories years ago, Myla Gray is standing in front of me after more than a decade of radio science, I knew that she moved after the shooting but I didn't know where, I asked but got no answers in return from any of my family members, they all said the same thing
"Let it go Dain, she's gone now" but how could that? the lost 10 year old boy version of me wasn't prepared for this, the heartbreak, the pain, the depression, all of it.
my heart starts aching in a way that I think might kill me, I try to say something but I can't my throat feels like sand paper, all I can do is stare at her sucking in every single detail of her painfully beautiful face.
"um-" Her sweet voice pulls me back to reality, only to leave me breathless with its haunting familiarity
"Oh sorry" I say as I reach for each of her books stacking them in my hand before grabbing her bag
"I've never seen you here" she says her voice faint as if she's thinking aloud, her voice barely a mumble
"I'm new" I answer her eyes growing bigger as she realizes I heard her
"oh"
"You should be more careful" I say as I carefully put each of her books back into her bag
"you're the one who ran into me" she argues, a small smile appears on my face, she still hasn't changed a bit
"I'm pretty sure it was the other way around, you weren't looking " I answer as I hand her back bag back to her.
"whatever" she says rolling her eyes, snatching the bag from my grasp as she walks past me, I turn around, my gaze following her movements as if it's the most natural thing ever, I stay like that for I don't know how long. Until the sound of a women pops my bubble .
"Are you going to keep standing there?" she asks unamused
"Ah yes, I would like to get my schedule"
"You name" she asks as she sighs into her desktop screen
"Dain" i answer "Dain pitcher" my throat dry my brain turning and twirling into oblivion as I drown in my thoughts, this town is so big they have so many schools and it had to be this one
