False Enemies

*Coming home, I was positive nothing could make me sway.
Little did I know there was still someone of whom one sight had me crumbling.*

A year ago, I ran.

Well, not literally. I got on a plane like a civilized person but the point is, I left my hometown without the intention of ever going back. And that is not even an exaggeration.

Coming back home for the summer, I am not ready to face everything I hadn't thought I would see again, at least not until I graduate from university. I am not ready to explain why I'd left or face the consequences of my sudden departure.

And I am definitely not ready to face him.

A lot has changed when I've been gone. My parents are getting married for the second time. There is some illegal racing going on. And I'm pretty sure my used-to-be-best-friend hates me now.

But what's worse?

There are some things that haven't changed at all. And going through what I left behind again - feeling what I thought I would never feel again for someone I hoped I would never see again - might just be too much.

He still has that bike. Those ever-present band shirts. That attitude. That piercing gaze.

What he doesn't have anymore? Me.

And it's going to stay this way.