Through Fractured Glass | Dreamnotfound

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Back then the world had been simple. Dream and I had been inseparable, like best friends who could finish each other's sentences or laugh at the same jokes no one else understood. But everything changed in one moment, one angry word shouted before freshman year, one rash decision that sent me halfway around the world. It had been years, but as I stepped back into the halls of Weston High, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. Then I saw Dream again. And nothing felt simple anymore.

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I had always been the kind of person who lit up a room without trying, my laughter easy and bright, But those days felt like a lifetime ago. Now, I stood by the lockers, arms crossed, my gaze heavy with something unspoken, I'd grown used to keeping people at a distance, it hurt less that way. Yet, as George's voice echoed down the hallway, the sound cut through me, sharp and unwelcome, like an old wound I thought had finally healed.

How will these two confront their painful past, rebuild trust, and discover whether their bond was always meant to be something more? Or were they always doomed from the start?