Dedicated to the one I love.

I used to hear a simple song that was until you came along.

After you finished cutting his hair you looked at him. "Great. You look how you used to look like. Same old Tewksbury...." you said. "Isn't that stupid. My parents will recognize me-
"They haven't seen you with short hair, haven't they?" You said.
He shook his head.
"Exactly." You said. You sat down next to him again. He looked at you.
And then. He got got closer. He looked at your lips. And back to your eye.
He took your hand, and held. He looked again at you. And you both knew what was going to happen. You both actually leaned in. And your lips touched. It was again, a passionate kiss. Few seconds later..He asked.
"Why'd you snog me?"
"Because I have feelings for you???" You said. "Are you saying this because you feel guilty?...of something?" You said.
"No...of course not." He said.
"Then why'd you sound so guilty when asking that?" You asked.
"I've kissed someone else before. After, you of course." He replied.
"....who was it?" You said.
"It was a mistake okay?" He said, not looking at you in the eyes.
"Good night.." he said. And laid back. And closed his eyes...
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The next morning:
"You haven't even told me where you're going?" He asked. As if what happened yesterday never happened. You didn't mention what happened yesterday. "Well the train was taking us to London? Both of us? Does that not make it obvious. We're both going to London. Aren't you?" You said. He nodded. "Then. You'll stay in hiding—-
"No. I'll get myself lost. You continue on your own. Y/N." He said.
"What? I can't just leave you alone? Who do you think I am?" You asked.
"Doesn't matter. I'll get myself lost. And you go on your own y/n. I'm supposed to be in hiding." He said. "I just wish we were 15 again. Where nothing was as bad as it is now." You said. "You do?" He said. "Yes? Because when we were 15 everything was fine..nothing bad-
"I know. But when we were 15 I was mean? And I didn't want to be mean y/n." He said.
"No. I mean before all of that." You said.
"You mean before my father died? When we were friends? When we would flirt?" He said. You nodded. "Yes...." you said. "I miss it too. Yet, we'll be 17. So it's too late." He said. And stood up. "I think we should leave. And find our way back to London." He said.
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"Y/N." He said. You were already in London. You both were standing infront of each other. A bunch of people were walking by. There was basically a crowd. You both kept getting pushed. You didn't even have a chance to talk. Until you got pushed into Tewksbury. "Ow!!" You both said. When you got shoved into each other by these people walking by, you both bumped foreheads. He looked at you, now touching his forehead. "You alright?" He said. "Yes? It just hurts...ow" you said also touching your forehead. "I think we've got to go somewhere where this isn't many people." He said and grabbed your hand. You both got to an area where it was lonely. It was in the middle of two buildings. He fixed his hair. "So...where are you going now?" He asked. "I think it's better for you to just go ahead and get yourself lost like you said." You said. He smiled. "Pathetic." He said. "It's not pathetic. Now go. If someone heard me telling you to get lost, with not knowing what we're really doing. They'll think I'm horrible they'll think it's rude." You said. "Wait. Let me do something that I've always done before I left you at least for weeks before we broke—
You lifted your hand up.
"Don't think I could of easily forgotten that nice detail. Did you?" You said. He smiled. "It's been really a year. How was I supposed to know?" He said and kiss your hand. "What's made....you remember me always  kissing your hand before I left. By the way?" He asked. "Because you would always do it before you left. And I mean it." You said. "Exactly. Now. Y/N. I know I'll see you again." He said. "How'd you know? Can you see the future?" You said. "No...but I'll guess you probably see me again. I just feel it. You know?" He said. "No..." you said. "Right, I'm the stupid one here? Obviously?" He said and rolled his eyes. And smiled. "I'll miss you." He said. "So will I. Tewksbury. But we have to separate." You said. "Are you sure this isn't our last goodbye?" He said. "The last one wasn't. I'm sure this one won't." You said.