𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 ✔

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"Do you remember the girl, who used to sit in the back seat of the class? The girl, who isn't here anymore?"

"Yes, I remember Lisa. We both moved here at the same time. We sat together at the bus for three years.

She never talked, and when she opened her mouth, it looked like something was stopping her. It was... I don't even know, what it was.

I don't take school's bus now, so I don't see her that often. But she would bring a CD with my favorite songs in it and leave it on my backpack with a date and her name written messily. It was our Eleanor and Park version."

Quin