Meeting

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"You look different." His voice breaks through the awkward silence. I hated tense air, especially with him. 

"It has been a year since the last time we met." I smile numbly, taking in his more leaner appearance. He had grown at least two inches and his once straight black hair was now curled in all directions, yet he still looked like the boy form my past. 

"You changed your hair." He smiles, and I flinch as he slides a couple strands behind my ear. Cutting my hair had been the easiest decision my life, "I always loved your long hair."

"Are you here in town for good?" He continues, the blush creeping up his cheeks form either the cold or from this star struck conversation. I shake my head. 

"This isn't my home anymore." I frown, thinking of the past year. He frowns, and for a moment I hope we can go back, but then I see the same smile he gave when he ripped my heart into. 

I give a small bow, turning and leaving the same way I entered. 

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