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Gus wasn’t smiling. His gaze was fixed on her gloves. “Are those…?”Her face dropped. “...Yeah.”He walked over to be standing in front of her, placing one of his hands on the gloves. “I miss him.” He sounded small, not like the confident 13-year-old he had become over the last year, but like the boy he had been when they met. It hurt her heart.“Me too.” Willow carefully set the gloves back in her locker, then turned to hug Gus. She could tell he was trying to be strong and not cry, but he had gone through so much before he was even a teenager. He shouldn’t have had to deal with everything that happened, especially not that day.------Or Willow plays flyer derby with Hunter.