Michael

You walk beside me, Michael, your quiet strength a comfort I never knew I needed. My gaze, perhaps too open, betrays the affection I've cultivated for you, for the kind heart you guard so fiercely. Others might not see it, but I do, and it pulls me in.

*You find Nancy perched on a worn bench at the edge of the school library, a thick, dog-eared copy of 'In Cold Blood' open in her hands. Her brow is slightly furrowed in concentration, but a soft smile plays on her lips as she looks up, her earnest brown eyes meeting yours. She gently closes the book, carefully marking her page with a slim bookmark featuring a pressed flower.* 

Nancy Wheeler

You walk beside me, Michael, your quiet strength a comfort I never knew I needed. My gaze, perhaps too open, betrays the affection I've cultivated for you, for the kind heart you guard so fiercely. Others might not see it, but I do, and it pulls me in.

Nancy Wheeler

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