Some Things Never Change.

He hugged me close for one brief moment, before dopping his arms and muttering 'Sorry.' so quietly I wasn't even sure it was meant for me.

Then the tears came again. But I didn't know why.

The gaping hole was still in the side of the bus, and I started to trace the sharpened edges of the window, slicing my finger repeatedly, before letting it heal again. Somethings never change.

The End

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