EPISODE ONE: THE STRANGER WHO KNEW MY NAME
281 Words
They say you never forget your first love.
But what happens when your first love forgets you?
I stood frozen in the doorway of Willow Creek High, clutching my schedule like it was a lifeline. New school. New start. I told myself I was ready.
I lied.
The corridors buzzed with noise, lockers slamming, laughter echoing, feet pounding on tile floors. But all I could hear was my pulse, heavy and uncertain.
Homeroom 11B. That’s where I was headed. That’s where it happened.
I stepped in, heart thudding—and there he was.
Noah Hale.
Still as handsome as ever. Dark tousled hair, stormy eyes. The boy I once loved. The boy who had once loved me back.
His gaze flicked up when I entered.
For a second—just one—our eyes locked.
Something flickered.
Recognition?
No.
He blinked once, then looked away.
Like I was nobody.
I took my seat near the back, hands shaking slightly. I stared at the name on my schedule again, as if the letters might rearrange themselves.
Noah Hale.
We had history.
I had memories.
He had… nothing.
“Hi, I’m Amelia,” I whispered during break, trying to sound casual.
He turned slowly. His voice was polite, detached. “Noah.”
Nothing more.
Not even a twitch of confusion. No sense of déjà vu. Just a blank, practiced smile.
Like I was just another new girl.
I stared at the words on his notebook, my pulse thudding loud in my ears.
I had imagined this moment so many times. Reunions, explanations, maybe even tears.
But this was silence.
Emptiness.
He stared back like I was a stranger.
Maybe to him... I was.
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