He was there. He was standing outside of the shop I was in. I needed a winter coat. Winter was coming and it was cold. But why was he here?
He was standing there, staring in. He was looking at me. Me. Why me?
I bought my coat and rushed out the shop, trying my best to avoid him.
Unfortunately for me, as usual, things didn't work out my way. Why would they? I was just one unlucky person.
His hand was on my wrist as he smirked at me. "Hello."
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