“You heard the rumors from Will, I know.”

She mutters. She’d shown up at your party, after cheating on you with Kylo over the summer. The nerve, she knows.

She had vivid memories of how Kylo had pulled up and said “Sora, get in let’s drive.”

Those days turned into nights. Slept next to him, but she dreamt of you all summer long.

“It’s seriously the worst thing that I ever did - what I did to you.”

She looks up at you, her blonde locks running over her pink blouse. Her pink eyes of the same shade bore into you, begging for forgiveness. Secretly, though she knew it wouldn’t happen, part of her still hoped you’d kiss her in front of all your stupid friends.

She held out chocolates to you. “Will these patch your broken wings?”

She looks down. “I’m only 17. I don’t know anything. . . but I know I missed you.”