We Meet Again || Carah
Carter strolled down the hall, murder on his mind and a leather jacket on his back so he looked like he owned the place. In a way he did, because he had half the students and professors in his family’s back pocket. He liked that the halls parted like the Red Sea wherever he walked. People were scared of him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Unknowingly to C, his subconscious had wandered back down memory lane, particularly to his all the girls he’d been with over the years as he looked around the hall at any fresh meat he could target. Some of the girls were pretty, but none of them really caught his eye yet. Perhaps he was too distracted by the little voice in the back of his mind telling him not to forget about a special girl he’d met in San Fransisco when he was 16. Her name was Sarah, and she was the only girl he’d ever truly loved. Sure, he’d been with other girls since then, but every time, he always felt a pange of loneliness, coupled with a twinge of regret for not staying loyal to her even though they were no longer together.
Carter was pulled out of his thoughts by the feeling of being watched. Being stared at was not an unfamiliar sensation for him, but this gaze felt different, special, somehow. Turning around, C’s eyes landed upon a familiar face that he knew he’d never forget: Sarah herself.