Not long after he woke up his mom came in the room and told him to eat ready for school.
Seeing as though he had no explanation or reason to refuse going to school, he reluctantly got dressed.
~God damnit, here I thought I was done with school~
At least if he had to come back he came back with only two months of school left.
He saddled his backpack onto his back and then got in his car, forgetting this familiar routine.
Dean arrived to school as everyone stood in the commons and waited to be dismissed to class, he stood off to the side against the wall.
As more people entered a feeling of anxiety spread in his chest.
And the the room stilled, for him it seemed.
Time stopped.
And there she was.
Camille walked in through the doors, he backpack hung off of one shoulder. Her hair was braided and hung loosely over her shoulder. She wore gold earrings, small hoops, and bracelets to match.
She had on a white, thin, blouse and high waisted ripped jeans with white shoes to match.
Dean swallowed the knot in his throat, his eyes began to water, non stop, and he kept wiping his eyes.
Camille was completely oblivious to him.
Dean walked after her, it took all he had to keep from running after her.
Once he caught up with her he tapped her shoulder.
Camille turned.
"Um hello?"
The question in her voice was evident, but she still kept a smile on her face.
All the words he had ever wanted to say flew away from his mind. Suddenly he was speechless, his tongue suddenly felt thick, like he couldn't talk right.
"Cami, it's me... Dean... Do you, do you remember what happened?"
Camille's look of confusion grew on her face.
"I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong person."
Dean's smile faltered.
"Oh, I'm sorry, you looked like someone I knew." He said awkwardly.
She nodded and then turned away and kept walking.
The excitement he felt from seeing her had faded, and the ache he once felt so strongly replaced it.
Camille didn't know him, all the things he remembered, all the time they'd spent together... To her it never happened.
A teacher urged him along, "Go on, you'll be late to homeroom."