It had been 10 years since she had seen him last. They had met when he was a Junior and she was
a Senior in High School. He was into
punk with jet black hair in a choppy, overgrown Mohawk. He always wore black shirts, pants, shoes and
a worn out black leather jacket. He had
piercings, tattoos and the sexiest smile she’d ever seen. She wore her brown hair long, usually pulled
back into a ponytail. She was a straight
A student, athletic and always home before curfew. He was sweet, funny and just a bit dangerous. She was quiet, focused and just a bit naïve. They fell for each other instantly. They broke up just before graduation but she
never forgot him. Then yesterday she got
an email from him. He was in town for a
few days and wanted to see her. Now
standing here in the elevator she could hardly breathe. She stared at the doors as the numbers dinged
above. Her heart began to pound. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes again as the doors slowly
slid open.
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