I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for things to get this bad. Maybe I did though. I guess I’m just realizing it now. Today I tried not to take a path to lunch that would increase my chances of seeing you, but I caught glimpse of you anyway. I feel bad that I feel the need to keep track of every time and place I see you, everything you say and do. It’s what why did you just join us please don’t hurt me. AAAAA OKAY THAT’S JUST GREAT. I’m so sorry. Are you just going to stand there and hover or do you actually want to join us for once? That’s too bad. I missed you every time you were gone but I panic every time you’re nearby. It’s my fault things turned out this way. “Are you going to sit or just loom?” Viv “I... can’t…” Rowan. What. CHAIN?? WHAT? oh great. So many layers and he’s wearing gloves. He’s wearing black running shoes rather than his usual cowboy boots. He’s wearing a different hat, but still baseball. White shirt, plaid collared long sleeve, hooded jacket. [supposed truck org] on hat. “You could bag groceries.” “I could. That’s what I’ll be doing…” He has a 1.3 GPA, D in stagecraft, A in ROTC. He’s still considering the military. Marines. He’s considering dropping out. He left. Shoulder-held bag by left.
Just give him the necklace and stop stalking him