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"Amy Ly... right?"

Those softly uttered words interrupted my reading. I glanced up from the tiny black words on the yellowed page I was reading, heat rising to my face when I spotted a raven-haired teenage boy staring at me. I didn't know why I was blushing. I just was. Blushing was a common trait of mine. If a stranger talked to me, if anyone spoke to me, I blushed. Heck, if someone, anyone, just glanced at me, I blushed. It was really annoying. I wished I could get rid of it. But I couldn't help it. It was in my blood. I just had to deal with it. More burning heat rushed to my face as I wondered how he knew my name. And why anyone would want to talk to me. I was the most boring person in the entire universe. No one should speak to me. I really was boring. There was a long silence while I mustered up the courage to talk to him.

"...w-who are you?" I murmured, barely able to maintain a whisper, clutching my paperback book in front of me as a protection. He wasn't threatening me or anything. Heck, he was radiating a friendly air. However, I just felt like I needed the protection. Stuttering was also characteristic of me. It's okay. I didn't talk much. I was a boring, taciturn person, existing in a boring life.

"You don't remember me? I recognized you immediately. I'm Harrison Dang. You know, from PHE?"

It took a while but a light bulb flashed in my head. I knew him. At least I thought I did. I wasn't sure. This guy was possibly a friend back in Potrero Heights Elementary. I haven't seen him since I moved in fifth grade. Now, I was in tenth grade. And he still remembered me. I blushed harder as my brain registered that fact. He remembered me. And my full name too. After so many years, five years. After puberty hit and my face and body changed. He still recognized me. In a world where everyone was out for themselves. In a world where it was all me, me, me. He remembered me. Something in my dead emotions stirred, coming alive again. A wisp of happiness sprouted in my heart, germinating, growing bigger, bigger, filling my heart to the brim. He remembered me. Euphoria soared through my veins. A light sensation lifting me up from the chair I was sitting in and bringing me to the skies. I was happy. No, more than happy. Euphoric. I felt like I could reach the sky, like I could fly. In a society where everyone was selfish. In a society where most people wouldn't bother with you. Or remember you. They had their own problems to deal with. They didn't have time for me. In this dark, cold world, he remembered me. A foreign feeling I never experienced before stirred in my heart. A warm, fuzzy feeling. Unlike anything I have felt before. I didn't know what it was. And that terrified me. Because it was getting stronger and stronger by the passing second. I wanted it gone. At the same time, it was a wonderful feeling. An ineffable one. One that made me happy inside. Simultaneously, the strength of the feeling was scaring me. The weight of it growing in my heart, becoming bigger, bigger, pushing against the walls of my ribcage, overfilling the area of my chest, becoming painful. Too heavy. Too big. Too much. I couldn't handle it. I never was a strong person. I couldn't handle the strength of this incredible feeling. The weight of extreme euphoria and the oppressive weight of this mysterious feeling were too great for me to handle.

So I ran away. Abandoning the book I was reading. I ran away as fast as my feet can carry me. Running faster than the speed of light.


Thank you for reading. A lovely present and future to you.