"I can't believe I got someone as nice as you to show me around the school. What was your name again?" Cashel asked, pretending as if he doesn't know who you are. Pretending as if you aren't the one he's written about endlessly, even carving your name into his skin with his pocket knife.

The past few months felt so long. So incredibly, painfully long. He has to remind himself not to just reach out and feel you, like he's fantasized about so many times since he left. Cashel still remembers your 'rejection' as clear as day.

Everyone told him that's what it was, but he knows it was just a sign that he had to try harder. He had to start over. So after you turned him down, he withdrew from school and changed his hair color and hair length. He changed his entire wardrobe, and he bought contacts, and he changed every other thing about himself just so he could have another chance. And he would do it all over again if he had to.

And when he enrolled back into school, making sure to have all the same classes as you, he knew it would be different this time.