She treads carefully through the halls, counting the tiles with each tiptoe. One, two, three, four -
A laugh. The sound is like warm sunshine pouring over her skin. She freezes.
Each movement, breath, and emotion slows down as she looks up. Not even in her most deepest dreams had she thought she would see him again.
His eyes ignite the memories - eating ice cream on the hood of his car just before sunset; driving down the highway with her hair whipping fiercely behind her, the only destination being where the road stops; being taught how to drive, with only his hand for guidance - and then he blinks. Does he see her? Does he remember?
Rooted to the spot, she watches him exchange a glance behind him to the blank spot of wall not even covered by school posters. Her feet move without her assent. One, two, three, four -
He walks by without a smile, or even a glance.