It's My Life

Episode 3

I make a step toward him, but Cole places a hand on my shoulder.

"Who is that?" He looks into my eyes in search for an answer. The murmur of voices pause in my mind and I bite my lip in response.

"It's just someone I used to know before you moved to our school." I advert my eyes from his and glace down at the floor, not knowing how else to describe my stranger.

"Fletcher is..." I glance at Holly and Tessa but their puzzled expressions offer no direct input. Instead they both give me slight nods.

I sharply inhale before replying.

"He's really someone I should go talk to."

It's an assertiveness that I would have shielded myself away from half a year ago but I know now that people come and they go. Weaving their way through other people's lives, like Fletcher did to mine.

Looking directly at Fletcher and not Cole, I convince myself that I only have so many opportunities to talk to him. That it's better to be prepared and approach him first before he approaches me.

My feet make their way toward him and I look up at him.

Fletcher's eyes are already on mine and to his surprise and mine, I smile. The comfort of familiarity has wrapped its arms around me.

"Hey, how are you?" The determination to control the conversation radiates through my words.

He cocks his head and his eyes widened. But my smile only stretched wider. It was clear to me that he hadn't expected my new found confidence.

"Uh, well..." Fletcher's sudden disengagement to the conversation was no surprise to me. He darts his eyes around us. Looking here and there at his surroundings.

I raise my eyebrows, I can see his consciousness to his whereabouts has not aged with him.

He stares behind me for a moment and I follow his gaze. The eyes of my friends are captivated on us and I gesture for them to look elsewhere.

I turn around and he locks eyes with me, displaying a glimmer of surprise and understanding.

"I'll be alright, it's only school." He replies, but he and I both knew that I was not asking about school.

He turns around but I grab his forearm gently.

The desire for answers from him feed my determination and I stand rooted in my position.

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