I see your face inside.

It smelled the same.

White walls and teal coloured seats that squeal when you sit on them. 

My palms were clammy, my hair soaking wet and dripping onto my legs.

She had nice eyes. Although, I couldn't look at her.

I felt weak, I feel weak.
I'm back here again.

I couldn't look at him either,

just briefly cried.

"But you don't have to be."