𓍊𓋼𓍊𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓𓍊𓋼𓍊

・・𓍊𓋼𓍊𝖋𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘𓍊𓋼𓍊・・

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It was the first day back to school and Wirt dreaded it, this summer was the summer he finally confessed to Sara. He spilled his heart out on the pavement and torn himself into two. And for what?

He planned it all but to no avail he was rejected. Don't get him wrong it's not like Sara was mean about it or anything, quite the opposite actually she just said

"she wasn't ready to be in a relationship and that she's still figuring herself out" the boy quoted her words in his head. His mind becoming an echo chamber of sorrow as her voice rang in his head.

It was probably the most sympathetic rejection he could have received, but he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, ashamed even all those days of emotional turmoil, his hand writing about her as if he was running out of time, those moments when he felt like his heart would explode out of his chest. All of that replaced with the feeling of sorrow and deep insecurity.

After about two years till that summer holding onto those feelings just for them to be shot down a week or two before starting school again. How pathetic.

Wirt was now heading to school on his first day, his depressing and sad thoughts interrupted by the cheerful voice of his half-sibling
"bye, wirt! see you later!" Gregory called as he entered the building of his elementary school a hop slip and a step and away he went merely. The same could not be said for Wirt.

Back to his senses he trudged into the direction of his high school, he turned the corner and another, and there it was. the school itself was rather intimidating. very large for it had the middle school building, the high school building, and the grassy football field all clumpt together into one giant mega campus with maybe a few tress and patches of grass to add pops of color.

As he entered he was greeted by a massive crowd of teenagers, of all ages and size's going off to their classes, off to start the day rushing about laughing and cheering as they reunited with their friends and recounted their shared fond memories of the summer. Their cheerfulness only soiling his mood further as he sighed in contempt.

He was now in his first class of the day glancing around the room staring at some of the familiar faces of his classmates as they all chattered and mingled with one another. All together ringing like a blissful song

Of course, he recognized a few, Jason funderberker, Rodney, Marcy, and a couple of others who were all in his middle school class the year before ( now high school class ).

His gaze then landed on a girl o row or two in front of him, and for some reason, he couldn't help but wonder why she looked...
looked so familiar, the hair, the way she dressed.. she definitely wasn't here at the school last year.

Then why was she so familiar?they caught each other in their gaze for inlay a moment before her attention was whisked away by anther claim thrown her way from the growing crowd around her

Before his thoughts could go any further, they were interrupted by a voice "(y/n)...?" It's was Jason funderberker and he was talking to the said (h/c) female who was then surrounded by the small crowd now greeting her and welcoming her back.

Of course! How could he have not noticed, that's why she looked so familiar! (y/n) was a girl who changed schools a year back.

Nostalgia hit the boy like a riptide, memories of (y/n) all warm and fuzzy, he remembered how her older brother used to babysit them when they were much smaller. being in the same creative writing class and sharing each other's poems.

Going to those music classes where he learned how to play the clarinet and how she had learned to play the piano. His thoughts jumbled all together in a mesh of memories and colors like some misshapen tapestry of multiple cloths of mismatched patterns.

Sure over the course of last year, they had drifted apart but he couldn't help but think back on those days when things were much easier and more fun.

He couldn't help but stare at the girl with hope, as he felt his spirits rising and he started to get a warm feeling in his chest as his heart rate started to accelerate-"No!"

In an instant, he shunned the feeling, as his leg anxiously bounced from beneath his desk and grumbled to himself as he got a pit in his stomach "you've already been through this before and look where that got you" the boy reminded himself sternly.

With a disappointed sigh he gazed back at the (h/c)-ete longingly, he then decided to push those feelings of nostalgia and hope aside. all hope of reuniting with an old friend shot down as he decide it would be best to not get hurt again and perhaps ignore said girl "maybe it's for the best" He thought to himself.

If he ignored her, if he adapted a passive attitude and ignored the feeling over time it will just go away

Right...?

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・・・𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 two 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊・・・

my apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors.
I honestly don't know where I'm going with this and my writing style may be a bit jumbled and clunky in some areas, but nevertheless I hope you enjoyed - rems