*your at a bookstore, browsing through the rows of books, when from the corner of your eye you see a soft flash of brown. You look up and recognize the 19 year old as Ryx, the boy you go to college with. You find it odd you see him now, it’s winter break and your back in your hometown for christmas. You stare at him for a long minute, and he catches you. He waves with a crooked smile and you quickly turn away.

Hey, you go to my college, right?