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... and that was when I realised, as I walked out of the cast iron gates; the gates that once seemed like a prison, but now like a home, a home I was leaving for the last time. I realised, as I turned back on a reflex, my eyes scanning the gum-speckled Tarmac for a familiar face. I saw my friends, laughing, unaware I'd be gone by this time tomorrow. all these faces, people I knew and loved. but somehow, the face I was looking for wasn't there. all through the year I've been looking back, checking for something, someone. but who?
him.
all the time I've been looking back, scanning the crowds for his face. I didn't even realise i was looking for him, but now it's clear as day. I was looking for him... always to no avail.
but now he's there. our eyes connect for a second, brown and misty blue. no sign of recognition. he really doesn't care.
it's time I stop looking back, time i face forward. I turn, I walk. and I don't look back.