He was 22. I was 16. To the world, he was my older family friend. To me, he was everything. But to him, I was just a spoiled rich kid who didn't know love. Until I left. And came back... dangerous. Now I walk past him like we never met. But his eyes beg for the boy he broke. Too bad I'm not him anymore. This time, I'm not the one chasing.
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