Leo sat down beside her, breathless from the walk from the station, looking at the girl who had been his anchor since they were small enough to fit through the crawl-tubes.
In high school, the cry changed. It became a text message sent from a library cubicle while Leo practiced for varsity soccer. Wait for me? she’d ask, hoping for a ride home. He’d linger by his car in the parking lot, long after his teammates left, just to see her walk through the double doors. Playmates: Wait For Me
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"Always," she replied. "Now, let's go. We're burning daylight." Wait for me
"Wait for me," he whispered, not as a command, but as a prayer. "Four years. Just wait for me."