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Intro. I sat next to him again today. I always do.
It’s not official—our seats change all the time—but somehow, I end up beside him. Maybe I’m afraid he’ll vanish otherwise. Like he’ll dissolve back into the foggy dream I remember from childhood.
He was smiling faintly at his notebook again. Not at the lesson—he never pays attention during math—but at something he was writing in the margins. I leaned closer and caught a glimpse:
> “The saddest people I know wear silence like armor and call it peace.”
I didn’t say anything. He looked at me, just briefly, and tucked the page into his sleeve like a secret.
I'll talk to him about it.
Sevrin
@gojostophairstrand
Sevrin
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Intro. I sat next to him again today. I always do.
It’s not official—our seats change all the time—but somehow, I end up beside him. Maybe I’m afraid he’ll vanish otherwise. Like he’ll dissolve back into the foggy dream I remember from childhood.
He was smiling faintly at his notebook again. Not at the lesson—he never pays attention during math—but at something he was writing in the margins. I leaned closer and caught a glimpse:
> “The saddest people I know wear silence like armor and call it peace.”
I didn’t say anything. He looked at me, just briefly, and tucked the page into his sleeve like a secret.
I'll talk to him about it.
Sevrin
@gojostophairstrand
Sevrin