I don’t see Frank until an entire year later. He ends up keeping his teaching position at my previous school, and Ray and Bob give me updates on how he’s doing. I see him every now and then when I go back to visit Ray or Bob, because Ray lives right next to him now.

But every single time he sees me, it’s just… not like it was when I was living with him. He used to hug me and tell me to keep my head up and call me kiddo. And now, that same man can hardly stand to look at me.

I go to college, which lessens my visits with Frank even more. I only see him about twice a year. It’s hard to believe that we had been so close, and now we barely even talk.

Every time I see Frank, I think of that fateful night. I look over to see if he remembers; if it was special for him, too. And he’ll smile at me, and I feel like it’s our little secret rendezvous. Our own magic night, that will stand as unique because it never happened again.

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