You know that feeling when you find something you lost in your messy bedroom after a year or two?

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Your feet were glued to the cold wooden floorboards, they creaked as you stepped into the room of the dimly lit dormitory, the only light source in the entrance being a small bulb on the ceiling which flickered every second.

Your suitcases rolled away, as if the room was at a slant, as they collide against a wall gently and stop moving.

Your lips tremble, still, frozen. Everything was frozen. Your lips quivered, words being caught in your throat - not being able to escape through your mouth. A soft ‘Fuh..fuh…fruh..’ noise whispered out your shaking lips, your lips were cold, as if they never met contact in forever.

Your hands trembled and shook at your side, your fingers curling in and outwards, not quite sure what their order is. Your brain was on standby, you couldn’t even process the situation before you.

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1 word cut through the deathly silence - the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife.

“{{user}}..”

The words didn’t escape your still lips. They escaped his. Fraser’s. The boy you once called yours. No goodbye, no ‘see you later’, no kiss on the cheek. You disappeared. People knew, people knew what you’ve done with Fraser - they hated you for it, dragged you far far away.. not giving enough time to even say goodbye.

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..Fraser..