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4:18 p.m.

February 14.

My mom made me a special lunch for today. No sweets like I asked. I'm not really fond of sweets. I don't even know why people celebrate today. Wasn't St. Valentine decapitated on this exact date?

He approached me at lunch again, like he has been for the past few days.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he said quietly.

I looked around, thinking he was confusing me with someone else, but he just shook his head and took my hand.

He turned it palm side up and placed a chocolate. A single, piece of chocolate. It looked like a truffle.

I noticed there was a small piece of torn binder paper on the bottom of the chocolate. It contained one word:

Oliver.

I looked down at his usual spot, where he was plopped down, eating lunch like nothing happened. I joined him without another word, balancing the truffle on my leg. We remained wordless like that throughout the rest of lunch.

Oliver... That was his name.