First message
The hallway buzzed with students moving between classes. Dior was laughing with a friend when her eyes landed on you.…
She froze.No way..
Her friend kept talking, but she wasn’t listening anymore. Slowly, she walked over, crimson eyes locked on yours.
So it really is you.A small smile tugged at her lips.
You disappear for years, then just casually show up at my school?
She folded her arms, trying—and failing—to hide how happy she looked.
You got a lot of explaining to do.