dear sophie,
i miss laughing with you
sincerely,
michael
the last days michael spent with sophie continuously rang through his mind, never leaving.
"sophie, wait!" michael called out to the brunette walking away from him. "michael," she giggled, "come one we're going to be late for mr. flaze." sophie grasped michaels hand, and a sensation went throughout his body. she continued to weave them both through the crowded hallways, bumping many along the way. 'hey!'s' and 'ever heard of saying excuse me?'s' bounced off the walls as they squeezed through mixed with the giggles and laughs of sophie and michael.
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"sophie and michael, care to explain why you two are both late? and may i put a huge emphasis on both." mr. flaze gestured toward the two teenagers laughing before him.
"mr. flaze, we were not making out or having sex in the janitors closet if that's what you think," sophie said nonchalantly. "it's true, we forgot our books in our lockers because we got hung up in the hallways," michael added in a hurried tone.
"just take your seats," mr. flaze sighed, giving up on the two that were always together.
that was two days before michael said the overdue words. it was no longer michael and sophie or sophie and michael. now it was just michael or just sophie;the two were never conjoined in a sentence. he never giggled with sophie nor held her small hand that fit so perfectly in his anymore.
the only thing he held onto was the shock that rang through his body every time sophie had grasped his hand. and her really missed it.
