It was a hard lesson to learn for anyone but especially at her young age: love doesn't fix or cure everything. She loved him, oh how she loved him. But it wasn't enough to make the rest of it okay, their problems, the things that put a chasm between them. It was awful and she didn't do any better than he did afterward, especially since she definitely went into a spiral of drugs and drinking and careless sex.

She'd snapped out of it eventually, her heart started to mend even if she pined over him. She'd been lucky that she wasn't in his class the last semester of school because that would have been way too painful. They'd been apart for months but every time she saw him, she felt that pull, that ache. And now the one thing that had torn them apart was gone.

She wasn't his student anymore and she didn't know how to handle it. So she waved at him, like an idiot. Then it was something straight out of a movie. He moved towards her, spoke words she barely had a chance to process or hear before he kisses her.

He's kissing her. In public. In front of... people. Anyone can see it. Everyone can see it. For a moment, in her shock, she holds still. However, after the span of a breath, her hands move to his face and she pulls him closer to her, body arching up towards his in a way that's achingly familiar, her heart soaring.