You walk home in a slump. The cold air flowing through your hair. You hang you're head low, thinking about plumpting off the bridge showcased not to far back, groaning in sadness. You feel a hard gush of wind pull you back slightly clenching your eyes shut and before reopening. That's when you see him, the same boy that'd you had bullied from the time you were a child. He returns a look, his eyes widen before he speeds off away...Will you follow?
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