Brenda would often wonder what Greg would turn out like once he’d grown up…. but she always found it so impossible.
He had always been such a dark horse.
It felt unreal he should be only about a yard away when so many years had now passed. She had sensed him, she realized, even before she came to this spot. It seemed she always could sense him. When he was near, when he was about to do something reckless, when he was thinking of her; she could feel it, it always seemed.
“Are you—?” she began ….
But just then a sudden downpour of rain fell upon them without warning and….
whatever she was about to say —was eclipsed
“This way!!!” he said and reached without hesitation and pulled her under his arm and then he half dragged her in a direction towards some parked cars
And it was not until later that she would reflect upon the ease of which his familiarity felt by just that presumed touch —almost like a reactor waking and returning to that place of self-aware
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