I started asking about Atticus Wren to some of my socially active friends.
Turns out, he was kinda famous because he was quite known by some people. He was a transferee.
Of course, I asked those questions with caution. I don't want to be teased at school. They may think that I have a crush on him. My heart, that time, was still owned by some boy who didn't even acknowledge me.
Well anyways, we didn't have that much interaction. It was our last year on high school when we started talking, so maybe he wishes to have more friends. And I'm fine with that.
I was a lonely girl, and he provided some kind of comfort whenever he talked to me.
He was my comfort person. Like a safe haven.
And I was once like that to him, too.
But he found someone, and he became much much more comfortable than he was with me.
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Storie brevi"He was once mine. He was my person." "What changed?" "Everything. As cliche as it sounds, everything changed. Better, for him." "And for you?" I smiled.
