So, I decided to try out a new writing style a while ago. This is the result.
A year is a long time.
A lot of things can change in a year.
You know that.
You knew it when you left.
Only now does it seem real.
Nobody looks different.
You see some of them.
Some greet you.
Most ignore you.
You feel like it's undeserved.
Were you supposed to refuse the best chance you'd ever been given?
When you see her, your heart skips a beat.
She looks different.
She's smiling.
You spot the object in her hand, and it clicks in your mind.
You could approach her, certainly.
But what is there to gain?
Nothing.
She is undoubtedly angry with you, and rightfully so.
You should have told her you were leaving.
She looks over to the side, waving and calling.
You turn your head to see, and there he is.
The same as he was a year ago.
She beams at him, gesturing to the object she's holding and saying something you can't quite hear.
He frowns, and says something in return.
She frowns back, and says something else.
He smiles, confident, and says something.
She blushes, but nods.
You wonder exactly what has been said.
He grins, and starts running.
You don't want to watch, but find it hard to look away.
She pulls it away at the last second, and he slips.
She smiles triumphantly, but looks at him with mild concern.
She says something, and offers a hand.
He shakes his head, and says something.
She nods, and skips away.
You wonder what happened in your absence as you walk away.