He Left Me Alone

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Everything was different. People didn’t stare or whisper or give looks with disgust before. But they did now. I recognized them staring or whispering as they watched us walked.

I wasn’t wrong to call Logan too oblivious to see the changes. He kept smiling. He still held my hand as we walked to our classes. That was good, because I didn’t want him to worry.

Now that everything changed, I could list every single thing I would do to make everything go back to normal where people didn’t stare or whisper or give the looks.

Or even care enough to realize our presences.