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y/n - your name
▪ - time skip 《short》
¤ - time skip 《long》

○y/n's pErSpEcTiVe○

i check all my bags just to make sure i haven't forgotten anything. i'm in the middle of jamming through my favourite song and suddenly my parents call
"y/n!"
i sigh, what now..
"coming!"
you run down the stairs -- almost falling over but you control yourself before you faceplant the floor.
"y/n, someone is here, just don't freak out ok? they're waiting outside"
you open the door and..

○y/n's fLaShBaCk○

"i'll be back soon,y/n i promise,"
he says with a tear in his eye. i turn away, i don't know if i can trust him. in my hand was a piece of paper saying
•i love you
i got him a card that said
"friends are made for eachother
lalala
friends do not let friends do crack
lalalala
friends tell you if you got food on your face"
when you saw the card i laughed and he did too when i showed it him.
"i'll miss you gaten,"
and i hugged him once more and walked away.
that may have been the last time i'd ever see him.

○gaten's pErSpEcTiVe○

y/n stood there, tears in her eyes and hugged me. her hug was warm and it felt real, like a genuine hug.
"gaten.."
she whispers. i embrace her more, three years and she still looks like the 11 year old girl i remember.
"y/n? gaten? come inside,"
y/n's mum says and we walk inside her house.

○gaten's fLaShBaCk○

"do you ever feel as you want to get closer to someone. like in that way"
y/n says 《bless her shes only 10 here》
"yes"
i shift around uncomfortably. y/n leans on me.
"don't lie to me, if you like someone be honest,"
she says. i shrug.

"see you tomorrow.."
she says in tears,
"yeah.."

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