Two mates who, if they ever find out what I have done, will hate me at the very least, or kill me.
A knock sounds at the door, creaking open after a few seconds. I look up and see a guy about my age poke his head in. His dark pink eyes meet mine.
“Can I come in?” He asks and I shrug. He opens the door and drags in a trolley loaded with food, games, books, notebooks, pens, markers, a bunch of stuff.
“I’m guessing you aren’t here to free me?” I ask and he smiles sadly. I know him, he looks just like her. His dirty blonde hair is cut short, with slight curls on the top. His face is longer with fuller lips, goddess he is a mini her and it is getting really hard not to let it pull me back to those memories.
“Sorry, I.. Can’t.” He says looking down at the cart. I huff. He looks at me and
