Always

Chapter Three: The Gray Hoodie

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Walking through the hall suddenly makes my stomach feel more sick than it already did. It couldn't have been him. It couldn't have. 

   I squeeze my eyes shut as my feet lead me to wherever they want to go. 

   “Hey June!” “What's up June!” “June! How was your summer?” I mumble my replies as I pass by these people that somehow knew me, but I don't know them. 

   A blur of gray passes me by, and I start to panic. But it wasn't him. I sigh a breath of relief, feeling better now that it wasn't him after all. I run the rest of the way to my locker, feeling my throat tighten up. I can't cry now. Not when school just barely began. I breathe in, I breathe out. I just only hope that he didn't see me. 

   Especially when he was just so close. So close that I could've reached out to him, and I could've apologized for everything that I've done. Not could've, I should've. But I didn't. It was just a serious moment, and of course I'm not the type to handle serious moments like that. 

   I close my locker shut, feeling the tears coming to my eyes. I stand there for a minute, thinking of what I should say to him. Should I just say hi? Or should I just wait for him to come to me?

   Yeah, right. Not after what I did to him, and I fully regret now. When I start down the hall, I see it. The gray hoodie. I used to be held in that same exact hoodie. Why did I ever ruin those times when all he did was give me everything that I ever wanted? 

   I suddenly panic once he turns...And he sees me. The eye contact brings a single tear down my face as I turn away from the face that I've come to know so well.

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