It was his first day back at school since the crash. His hobble had gotten a bit stronger, and he could almost see more than light and shadows from his left eye. Navigating the staircase with his cane was easier than expected, but still made him feel like an old man. History class had just ended, and his classmates filled the hall. And she hugged him even though it hurt, and she kissed his cheek even though it wasn’t allowed, and she smiled from inches away even though she didn’t love him.
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i love pretty much everything about this post.
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