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"Are you okay?" He repeated again as if it wasn't strange just bumping into him here.

"Yeah I am." I mumbled under my breath. It felt unrealistic to bump into him, yes we lived in the same city but far from his street. I'd wanted nothing to do with him and in that short period of time where we had stopped communicating, I could almost swear that I had lost the feelings I had for him but seeing him here now, his hair grown much more, his tan darker and the presence of more tattoo on his arms and chest area, I could see from his short sleeved shirt. His eyelashes were curled upwards and he had tweaked a few of his eyebrow hairs off.

I didn't know how engrossed I was with watching him until he broke the silence, "you said you broke your ankle, hop in I'll take you to the nearest hospital." He offered, still speaking in that tone that made it seem like we'd never met before.

"No." I shook my head. My head was already tight and I couldn't even breathe in such a