You and Robert had broken up. Just recently, only 3 weeks ago. It was a terrible one, like most break ups tend to be, but it had really hurt, and burned, scorching any amount of trust you had for one another to ashes. Left in an urn, untouched, but not quite forgotten.
It was teenage love, sparking first in grade 10 and now you were both in grade 12, heartbroken and nearing graduation, as well as a crisis of unsureness and uncertainty about who to be.
Not for Robert, given that he had the whole world at his feet. Anything dispensable at any time. Any amount of money, in his pocket. Jealously rose within your soul, longing for both a life like his, and him, himself. Missing holding him, missing his touch.
Classes were long and awful, as you usually had the ones that aligned. He always sat on the other side of the room, not even sparing a glance of those aquamarine eyes in your direction. Passing him in hallways was painful, but never went beyond passing by. But it burned like hell.
The clock on the wall shook you from your thoughts, reminding you that you still had class to attend. Shutting the locker door, you turned on your heel, folders in hand, before slamming into someone.
βIβm sorry-β
A distinct scent of pine and vanilla practically blinded your nose, yet you knew it so well. Robert. Your eyes moved up, finding his. They were filled with equal measures of pain and love. He wasnβt over you, and you certainly werenβt over him.
βCan we talk?β He asked, his voice low, and slightly strained.