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Hannah Baker. By now she is how every story starts. You were best friends, next door neighbours, soulmates, sisters. She was your best friend as you were hers. You both looked alike in the face. You could get away as twins. Same humour, same smile, same mannerisms. Twins. You used to go around parading to the kindergarten teachers, saying you were twins and could read each other's minds. How long ago that was now...

Suddenly, on a bright winter' day in November, Hannah killed herself. You and her parents found her. That image is engraved in your mind. Seeing Hannah covered in red tinted water. She looked holy. Something straight out of the bible yet this was anything but.

It took you a while to even think about anything else. It took a lot. Though in the end you helped win a case against the school and against the boy who raped Hannah. Through that all, you met a boy. A lovely boy. With soft eyes and an even softer frown. He was Hannah's other friend. Well, situationship. It was hard to deny the attraction. Yet in the back of your mind you knew. You knew you were just a replacement for what he lost. Who he lost.

Which leads us to now. Sitting on the bleachers, skipping class and enjoying the sun. You sat a platonic amount apart. You can feel his eyes on you yet you can't find yourself needing to look back.