Cold Monday morning, a presence hugged her entire mundane soul.
"Hey, seatmate, missed me?" a grinning Amaris welcomed her the moment she entered the classroom's doorway.
"I hate you."
"You really did miss me," Amaris laughed, ". . . but I'm here now."
Yes, I missed you, Amaris. So much.
YOU ARE READING
The Light Who Hid
Short Storyshort wherein one has a little life while the other seemed to lost their light.
