🤔 The Meet-Cute

💔 Conner, Part 1

This is memoir. It reflects the author’s present recollections of experiences over time. Some names and characteristics have been changed, some events have been compressed, and some dialogue has been recreated. Image generated by Wix

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I was elated when it finally happened; but it ended without warning, sending a crack through my heart that could only bleed out through my tears.

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Walking through the crowded Student Center, I dodged teenagers, tables, and chairs as I headed toward the Arts Hall, located through the set of doors on the opposite side. Unaccompanied at this moment by any friends, I walked solo, my black messenger bag, the front flap styled with a collection of buttons from Hot Topic, was slung over my left shoulder; my black, curly hair, laced with highlights, bobbed up and down with each step I took.

As I normally did when navigating the halls of high school when on my own, I didn’t pay much attention to the people around me, as I was usually deep in thought, either with stressors about school, thoughts from my previous class, or conversations I had with friends that day. I wasn’t one of those girls who would get stopped in the hall to be talked to unless it was by someone I already knew.

Until that day.