Then I wouldn't have to board an elevator with him and ride it all the way up to the third floor (fourth, actually, because G is the first floor). He didn't even look at me. He didn't pause. He just... kept staring ahead of him.
He'd cut his hair shorter. He'd even shaved, I think. Three bodies separated us, but it felt like miles---the length of the Atlantic Ocean.
A part of me wished, for a moment, that he would turn and say over the three bodies, "Hi Quick! How are ya?"
But he wouldn't. I knew he wouldn't. So I stared ahead of me as well, because he wasn't going to return any sort of wave or hello. I was invisible now, a fly on the wall, and nothing could bridge that Atlantic-sized gap.
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Today I found out that I am very personable. Which is a good thing. I like being personable because it gives me a reason to be nice, and bubbly, even when I'm definitely not. I hate this. I want to leave.
Please, let graduation come soon.
