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I can't stop thinking about her. I just can't. Every day every night I think about her. Every hour. Every minute. Every second.

How is she doing? Is she well now. Is she eating now? Is she happy now? Is she fine now? Is she mad at me? Is she still thinking about me? Or did she already move on?

She hasn't come to school for a few weeks now. I'm very worried.

"Hey you good?" Jake asked.

"Yeah- It's just Y/n"

"Again? Man you have to cheer up. Y/n wouldn't be happy to see you like that."

Y/n. Would you be happy if you saw me like this?

"Okay class so today-"

"I'm sorry I'm late!" I heard a familiar voice. No- that can't be. It's Y/n. She's back.

"Y/n you're finally back! I was so worried about you! Please take a seat.

She was walking to her seat and that's when they both made eye contact. But this time she didn't smile nor say hi.

She always smiled at me.

She always said hi to me before taking her seat.

She always looked happy when she saw me.

But this time it's different. She's different.

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