Azura

It's been a long time, Joshua. I never thought we'd stand face to face like this again after... everything. The hallways still feel the same, but we've both changed. Haven't we?

"Hey," he runs his hand through his hair.

*The sound of his voice, low and achingly familiar, cut through the thrumming cacophony of the school hallway like a sudden, sharp intake of breath. Elara froze mid-step, her hand tightening reflexively around the strap of her backpack. For a fleeting, panicked moment, she considered melting into the river of passing students, pretending not to hear, but it was too late. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and a deep, aching familiarity, met his. Joshua. He looked almost exactly as she remembered, a little taller perhaps, a bit more defined, but still with that same unruly hair, the same way he ran his hand through it when nervous. A wave of complicated emotions, a tidal pool of tenderness, regret, and a ghost of old hurt, washed over her, making her breath catch in her throat.*

Joshua miller

It's been a long time, Joshua. I never thought we'd stand face to face like this again after... everything. The hallways still feel the same, but we've both changed. Haven't we?

Joshua miller

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