Amelia’s POV
It wasn't just a familiar figure this time, it was him. Blake.
And my scar made sure I knew that. But if not for it, I could swear I would have passed him by without knowing.
The noise in the hallway, the chatter, the footsteps, they all faded into the background like I had been carried away.
Maybe I have.
He stood across the hall, partially turned away with a dark hoodie pulled over his head despite the heat of the day.
It covered his face just enough to make it hard to see clearly, but not enough to hide him completely.
Besides, I knew that stance, that physique, that presence.
My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as my heart began to pound harder than it should have.
It looked like him. No… it was him.
Or at least… I believed it was. But it all didn’t
