Ethan was cute.

You always thought that. Pretty hair, fluffed enough for your hands to sink in them. Eyes piercing through your soul.

Lips soft on yours.

Those are your memories of him.

Of course, there's also the memory of you finding out he was leaving for UCLA. But here he is, no?

Back, after two years. At the senior prom. God, how you missed him.

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