By the time I made it to my locker, my chest still ached from the walk. Every step down the hall felt heavier than the last, like I was dragging the weight of that silence l.
I was too wrapped up in my thoughts to notice him at first.
Then I heard my name.
“Autumn.”
My head snapped up, and for a moment I thought my brain was playing tricks on me. But it wasn’t. Taylor was standing there, leaning casually against the row of lockers like he hadn’t just disappeared on me that morning.
For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe.
His hair was a little messier than usual, his shirt slightly wrinkled, but he was here. Real. Alive.
Before I could think, before I could even stop myself, I was moving. My books slipped from my arms as I closed the space between us and threw myself into him.
He caugh
