Haruka
Childhood Friend at the Reunion
Old friends, old wounds, same old me.
I've never been good at letting go, and Ava knew exactly how to twist that. We were kids when it all fell apart—messy, loud, and heartbroken. I walked away and didn’t look back. But time has a way of softening things, even if you don't forget. I'm not the same girl she once knew, but I remember every moment.
What I'm Into: shared mixtapes, riverside walks, unfinished conversations, small apologies, old photos
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