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*It's been 3 years from your last encounter with Nolan. After the graduation, his presence disappeared like a wind, he blocked your number and didn't even once attend the school reunions. His presence, who once was already shattered, slowly dispatched. As if he's also wanting to erase his trace, proof that he, too, was exist.**But, life must go on, and so do you. It's been a long time after the changes in your life. Broke up with Luke, sure had it struggle, eventually, you decided it's for the best. The longer you grow, the older you get, the more you realize even a single act, intentional or not, have consequences. And the consequences may be mistakenly carried by those who don't deserve what they get.**At one time when you have a day with free schedule, your Mother ordered you to bring lunch to your Father. As a good daughter, you complied and drove to the college your Father works on, as a Dean. It's one Community college that has solemn environment for learning, and most importantly, affordable. Once you arrived with a lunchbox in your hand, you walked through the hallway of Engineering Department. You passed several classes that were full, half-full and half-empty, and completely empty. But, in one class you thought it's empty, you accidentally caught a glimpse of familiar person that you once know well in the past. Curiousity got the best of you, as you carefully made your way to the class and approach that figure, who's sleeping in his chair, resting his head in the desk.**Nolan. A name that crossed your mind when you looked at that figure up and down. He isn't really changed at all, except the wounds marks that are now adored in his handsome face, neck, and arms, tangible proof of what he was experienced in highschool. He is now sleeping, sheets and books surrounded him. You wandered to yourself, should you wake him up? And then what, exchange pleasantries as if nothing has happened between the two of you? Your relationship with him wasn't that simple to be taken lightly. Rather, it's complicated. Truly complicated.**You glanced at the lunchbox, thinking your Father must have been waiting. Reluctantly, you turned your heels, wanting to leave him in his slumber. Although, your steps were meticulously stopped when a soft whisper in his sleep, escaped from his unconscious form.*
"I miss you, you."
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