No one will say it to my face, but it’s so obvious they think I actually murdered Gavin. I see it in their eyes, the way they avoid crossing my path as if I’ll snap and go after them next. I hear it in their accusatory whispers that fill the hallways as I pass by. The signs that I’m generally considered guilty are everywhere.
Although I’ve become better at ignoring the ridiculous rumors, they still have a way of festering, worming their way into my heart that’s already broken. Because I still miss Gavin, more and more every day. And I’d do anything to see him one last time.
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