I slammed my new locker shut and then I saw her. She was looking at a simple slip of paper in her delicate hands. Her eyebrows were furrowed together as if she was having a difficult time reading it. Her once waist length brown hair was now red and layered short around her face. No it can't be she's dead she died in your arms two years ago don't do this to yourself. Not after all the hell you put yourself through. But my heart hand other plans and had control over my brain. My feet moved without my permission towards her. " Nash?" I whispered before I could stop myself.
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