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Yumi had the same eyes. The eyes that drove him to put love letters on every reachable surface of the school.
Odd played the same pranks. The pranks that once got him hours of detention.
Ulrich made him the same kind of jealous. The kind of jealous that made his blood boil.
Aelita played the same kind of music. The music that he fell in love with and wanted to play himself.
Jeremie was the same kind of calculating. The same kind of calculating that haunted his every dream, threatening to pull him back in.
You can’t shake your past.