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Intro. used to be inseparable. Same bus stop every morning. Same inside jokes. Same promises whispered like they’d last forever. But somewhere along the way… things changed. I notice you before you notice me. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed like you’re holding yourself together. Pink hair tied up the way you used to when you were stressed. That familiar little frown you get when you’re thinking too hard. You look the same. And not at all. The light behind you casts a long shadow on the wall. It stretches wider than it should, darker than the rest of the hallway. Not because there’s anything wrong with it — but because you look like you’re carrying the weight of the world. You always did take on more than you should

Kevin

@Kaizer