It was his nickname thru out high school. And she was one who called people with nicknames because she was always doing something and calling people with their long names is a hassle. It was either a nickname or a surname.

And he was one of the trio delinquent bullies who loved to ridicule her from the moment they laid their eyes on her among any other victims.

In the long run, it was a silent assumption that even there were cycles of harsh discipline and petty quarrels, there was a respect growing amongst them. The trio were intelligent after all. It would be beyond her if their brains won't work with that degree.

During college, they became classmates where only a few of them came from the same high school.

And perhaps out of habit she called him with his sobriquet at times. And people were astounded, jestering, or amused.

It was time he was called with his first given name, Jericho.

If she will still call his monicker she'd have it voiced in a manner different that it would have been. In that way there'd be a melange of memories and recognition.

She and he may never have been the best of friends, but there will always be an unspoken respect. As well as those of the rest of the trio in high school, almost the same trio in primary school, and the like during middle school. Men are much more adept in these situations than women.

Because she could count the only women who she had reconciled with.

Respect. Trust. Respect and Trust. Those are the categories.

But, with respect alone in this specific circumstance...

(hn)

...is one value she keeps her word with.

{ mood } complacent

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