Turn Back Time

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l u c a s

After running around the gym, I went back in.

It's already been 3 years, I keep telling myself. Three years of silence and depression.

Three years since she damaged me without trying to repair the broken heart she hurt the most.

I punched the punching bag inside, Farkle holding it for me.
At least he's still my friend.

Heck, he's still all of our friend.

You know who all is.

"Woah, Lucas," Farkle said, struggling to hold it up, "you might punch me instead-"

I punched so hard from my thoughts he toppled backward. My eyes widened as I helped him up, him dusting himself off. He chuckled nervously.

"Sorry, Farkle." I apologized. "I was just thinking."

He sighed. "Riley?"

I punched the punching back hard, making it do a flip before it landed back. "Unfortunately, yes."

Farkle blew his bangs away. "It's been three years, bud."

I punched him. "I know, idiot."

He smiled. "That six-pack doin' ya good, ain't it, Mr.Perfect?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could call it that."

I slung my arm around him, us walking back to the lockers for our stuff.
"You're workin' on it too, Minkus."

He laughed. "Don't flatter me, Friar."

I laughed back. Still hasn't changed.

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r i l e y

I strolled around the park, watching Auggie play with his friends.

I caught a glimpse at some seniors I know, along with me.
A girl and boy were cuddling on the bench.

Man, how much I miss doing that with Lucas.

I seriously regret what I did.

I left him alone. And I cheated on him.

Brandon appeared behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist.
He's tried to hook up with me over millions of times these last three years...
I still reject him.

"Forget about Lucas and Auggie..." He whispered in my ear. "Come play with me."

I gagged and shove him off. "Not in a billion years, asshole."

I grabbed Auggie's hand and ran off back to the apartment.

Away from him.

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l u c a s

I fiddled with the bracelet, intertwining it in my fingers. I found this outside of my house that day.... dirty and broken.

I repaired it, making it shine like new, staying in a little box at the back of my closet.

It makes me sad.

r i l e y

I fiddled with the tie, wrapping it lazily around my neck. I found this the day he walked away from me... torn.

I sewed the rip back together, swaying silently to the breeze on a hanger in my closet.

It makes me upset.

l u c a s

I left to Manhattan.

r i l e y

I left to Albany.

b o t h

Just to get away.

r i l e y

I hate the pain of the past.

l u c a s

The pain of our past kills my heart.

r i l e y

I want to start over.

l u c a s

I really want to start over, but..

r i l e y

But I hate him so much for leaving me.

l u c a s

I hate her so damn much for leaving me broken.

b o t h

All the broken memories.

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