Logan.

My phone rang. It was Casey.

"Hello?", I answered carefully.

"LOGAN I DIDN'T SEE YOU AT LUNCH WERE YOU FEELING OKAY?!" she screamed.

"Yeah I just went off by myself for a while. You know I'm okay, right?"

"Well yes. I just worry about you because I care about you. Whoever saved you that night I'm forever grateful to them. I love you Logan. I want to be with you."

Utter confusion muddled my brain. I barely ever talked to Casey, and she's confessing some kind of feelings for me?

"Sorry Casey, I just can't return those feelings." I tried to sound nice.

"How about we get to know each other then? Tomorrow at lunch?"

I remembered Alex, "Sorry but n-"

"Alright! Tomorrow see ya!" she hung up the phone.

Swearing every cuss word in the dictionary I slammed my head down on my pillow.

Casey and I used to be friends, but I was never interested. I'm too much of a selfish pretentious prick.
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I'll never forget the person that saved me that night.

I know it was a girl. Her scent was so distinct. Like vanilla and chamomile tea.

Every night, I have the same dream. The settling fact I was about to die, and the unsettling fact that this beautiful girl saved me.

Her eyes were a deep brown with other colors mixing in them.

I honestly can't remember anything else.

It's like she understood me in those precious minutes as I almost bled to death. I felt like she could see my pain, my family, what made me happy.

No one on this planet will understand me like that girl who saved me and Lia.

Sometimes I like to imagine taking the girl with beautiful brown eyes to a coffee shop and buying her a latte.

I imagine talking to her about the universe and our personal solaces. I like to imagine her blushing at me as I call her pretty names in Spanish.

Then I think about the present. And my hard shell grows back on, and the images of that girl disappear.

But they aren't forgotten.

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rushed but i saw i had a few new views so i just put this out to remind you i'm alive lol