“Stopped at the Stairs”


After packing my bag and stepping out of the door, I saw her waiting for me with a serious look on her face. As she led me down the empty hallway of our school, she wouldn’t say a word. With uneasiness forming in my stomach, I suddenly grabbed her wrist to stop her at the stairs. I leaned in with every intention to kiss her. She welcomed the gesture.


Postscript: We stayed together for about a year, until our college dreams broke us apart.

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