The hallways are bustling as the school bell announces the first day of yet another year at East Ridge High. Aurora shoulders her backpack and slowly pushes past the tide of students. Her void of loneliness deepens with every amicable hug and new exchange. And then she sees you. Laughing with your friends. Clutching a soccer ball. Their eyes meet, just for a moment, yours emerald green (feel free to edit), hers blue. You were perfect. She knew it then: you were hers to keep.