Been four years since
We had it all
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The first day at college was way too messy. Too much noise, coming from crying students and parents saying goodbye, the sound of bags hitting the ground, the chatting of people who know each other and people who don't.
I was glad to be doing this alone. Finally alone. Only people who have never been overwhelmed by the presence of others understand how good it feels.
Last time I tried a blank canvas of myself I was fifteen and I cut my hair short. My parents didn't talk to me for a week. It was the first time I felt complete loneliness. And yet I listened to Elvis and almost tried a cigarette, before coming home and apologizing for my sins.
But this time I'm not going to apologize. There is no apology to make. I'm here because I chose to. I'm paying for everything so there is no reason for voices over my shoulder.
Having no one to help carry the boxes up the stairs to the dorm was the only downside I could find. They slip out of my grip somewhere around the second floor and there is nothing more humiliating than that. But no one seems to notice my mistake, too busy living their own lives to notice if I'm messing mine up.
Except for this one girl at the end of the hallway, who laughs without shame. I try to give her a stern look, for her to understand that you can't just make fun of random people like that. But the more I stare her down, the more she feels familiar. The sound of sirens and bright lights take over my senses and that's when I see it. The familiarity in her traces, the comfort in her eyes.
I want to run to her. Hug her hard enough to make sure she isn't just a fragment of my unwell mind. There is no way she could waltz back into my life right when I needed her again. No one has that power. And yet, she was there, in the sea of people and under fried yellow lights, and her presence still felt just as ethereal as it had almost 5 years before.
5 years with no contact. We had fallen out in a few nights. We were probably too far gone for anything to come out of this other than this long look. Unless you are interested in putting together hundreds of pieces.
And something inside of me wants that. To give her my love back.
She approaches me carefully, like I can break if she goes too quickly. I don't break anymore, but she doesn't know that.
"Hey Iris." she still hides her stress under a nonchalant cover.
"Hi Sofia" I try not to drop years of unsaid words at once.
Sofia smiles back at me and now I'm sure we'll be alright.
It's a white flag.
It's truce.
It's peace.
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What goes around comes back around
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Immunity
Romance》2. protection or exemption from something, especially an obligation or penalty. 《 After finally feeling free from her past, a college girl reenconters a friend from her past. Together, they fall into the rabbit hole of what they were and what they...
