despite only spending four years within the building, the walls seemed to hold a lifetime of memories. from the dingy art room with paint stained floors to the back staircase where he’d often ditch to smoke, the building seemed to echo remnants of lighter days. as he reached the staircase he peeked out the small, rectangular window, catching a glace of the storm outside. it’d been his favorite place to smoke, flicking the ashes outside the back door. the broken camera always helped, a part of him wondered if the school had finally fixed it. his head rested against the cool, metal of the door, the droplets of rain splashing against it putting his mind at ease. he was in a daze, a trance like state that he’d only be ripped out of at the sight of the blonde. he almost didn’t recognize her, catching a fuzzy image out of the corner of his eye. he was a bit startled at first, though as she came into focus his lips twisted upward into a grin. “so, you remember this place?” he asked, pulse steadying as he watches the storm unfold. “i thought i was the only one. it’s weird, being back here. i swore i’d never walk through those doors again, yet here i am, reliving every moment as if i hadn’t spent three years trying to forget.” // @savasge
