Finding myself sitting across from Caspian would never get old.
I’d always feel this nervousness spreading through me whenever we made eye contact, and memories of that night would return to me mercilessly.
Everyone was talking about his upcoming birthday; he was the only one who wasn’t participating at all in the conversation. He seemed disinterested in absolutely everything that was going on around him, and I wondered if he was always this way.
He didn’t seem like it to me, not before at least.
Not from a distance.
I remembered seeing him in the hallways and thinking that he was so vibrant and effortlessly cool. He had this halo of light around his head, and he attracted everyone’s attention. Not a single person could walk past him and not notice him. But now it was like the li
