I don’t care if I look like a weirdo gaping at his back. It’s him! He’s back! I run up to him and grasp him behind. He halted in his tracks, and I felt him freeze on his spot, unable to say anything. I get it since he must have been traumatized because he went missing with his parents. I’m glad he’s back. I haven’t checked my socials since I’m too depleted for the past week considering him.

But now he’s here, and my worries are gone.

“I miss you!”

I went around to confront him, not minding the students observing us. I look up to him, and my body...