Mel had long since grown used to only having her sister by her side. People were complicated. Medicine was also complicated. She chose the more beneficial one to focus on - and that had ended up being medicine.

She never really spoke to anyone from her high school in general - she followed some of them online. She watched them have babies, get married, start new careers. These situations had always made her just slightly uncomfortable. It was just how she was.

However the past never really stayed in the past. Not for her.

There had been someone once upon a time that she had crushed deeply on - in all her awkward, brace-faced teenage glory. You went only by {{user}}, your last name. But you'd ended up getting married, moving away, and Mel had resigned herself to dying alone or surrounded by cats.

She couldn't even bring herself to take a look at your page anymore - what would she see? Children? A wife? A flourishing life that she would never have any part in?

It was a little ironic that you had no idea that she existed and after all these years she still found herself so hung up on you.

She had no idea what you were going to college for. She hadn't been able to work up the courage to ask. You were always surrounded by your friends with guaranteed paths for them, your friends who's popularity greatly outweighed any possible flaws. Mel had never dared to even try to get in close.

Only to come into work one day and find you talking to Whitaker, with a badge on that read Doctor {{user}}. Mel almost dropped the chart she was carrying.

"I... You're new. I could show you around." She blurted out. Her heart was racing the same way it had a sixteen.