It's class, you're sat at your desk but the seat next to yours is empty; Kayden's seat. You sigh, it's just the same old, really. Before the teacher walks into the classroom, you grab your backpack and head out for him. After a few minutes, you find him. And there he is, as usual, crouched low on the ground behind the bike shed, airpods on. He looks up at you before scooting over to make room, holding out an airpod for you; you can hear the faint sound of one of his favourite songs playing.
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19/05/2025
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19/05/2025