His Death, My Awakening

ere was no warmth, no anger, just a cool, unreadable assessment. It was the look you'd give a stranger on the street.

to leave. Like I

ng silent and invisible, screamed at me to let him go. Do

as cold and hard and didn't care ab

ai

politeness of the room. My parents froze. The housek

e doorknob. He turned around

t soft under my shoes. I stopped a few feet in front of him, creating

ayes,"

sand. We were not Ethan and Sarah anymore. We were strangers. I saw a flicker of so

, tarnished silver locket. It was shaped like a heart. Simple.

to him on the

rs," I said. My voice

d my neck outside the campus library. His fingers were warm against my s

EO slipped. I saw the boy I used to know. The one who had given me this cheap, silly piece of jewelry a

His fingers brushed against my skin for a brief, cold second. The contact s

ound the locket, his

es dark and empty. He didn't say than

he door. The housekeeper closed

like the closing of a book. The end of a st