Matt Michaels
He was almost to his class when his phone buzzed, and he pulled it out to see Raissa had replied.
'I went to hell and came back (alive). Where can I meet you later?' It read. He smiled to himself, and laughed a little.
He entered the classroom, and took his seat towards the back. In this class he studied music, but more of history and less actual playing. He didn't mind it though, it all seemed to help. Sometimes they studied the structure of songs as well.
He then texted her back, since class hadn't started yet. "I can pick you up, then we can go anywhere.. Your choice." he replied.
The great thing about her was that they could really be anywhere and have a relaxing time. His favorite thing to do with her was just lay around in his apartment, preferably with her head on his chest. He'd usually just listen to her breathing, or they'd talk about their day. Though they weren't serious, like talking about futures, and whatnot, they were pretty close in a way. Comfortable around each other was easy, and she could always bring a smile to his face.
With that, he put his phone back in his pocket, and relaxed into his chair. He couldn't help but think of the girl he bumped into though. Her resemblance was so.. Shocking. Part of him wanted to ask her name, find out who she was.. But the other part wanted to forget about her. What he had with Raissa seemed good, though it wasn't love for him.. yet. Bringing up a deceased first love would only bring heartache. Chances are they just looked alike, and he'd be somewhat crushed. He didn't need that let down, and he doubted it was her.