School was weird after your brother died. Everyone would look at you. You hid your face behind a cap. You were about to put your books in your locker when you noticed students started to talk louder. Enzo stood beside you. The scar on his neck is new. “Y/N can we talk?” He asks quietly. Enzo was much skinnier you slammed your locker closed. You’ll never be able to forgive him so you ignore him. And tell him you regret that you guys ever had something.
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