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❝𝕭𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑, 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉❞

...

| March 25th, 1963 |

"Bye, Geo," Charlotte embraced him in a hug and clandestinely kissed his cheek, so the others didn't see.

"Stop snogging, come ed'," Paul ushered George along.

"Bye, Lotti," He winked before turning on his heel and following Paul and John down the corridor.

Charlotte shut the door and turned around, looking over the apartment she and Isabel shared. She glanced at the clock that hung in the kitchen.

4:36 am

"Might as well get ready for school," Charlotte spoke to herself and traveled down the hallway to her bedroom.

As she was choosing an outfit to wear, her eyes caught the small framed photo that sat on her desk. It was a picture of her and Ringo standing next to each other in front of a Ferris Wheel. They each held small tufts of cotton candy in their open hand while they held each other's hands.

...

| July 7th, 1956 |

"Look over here!" Ringo's mother urged the two children.

The two friends sighed overdramatically and smiled widely at the camera. Charlotte grasped Ringo's hand, which made him look over at her and raise a brow.

Snap!

When Ringo had looked back at the camera and smiled, his mother took another photo.

Snap!

Charlotte hugged her arms around Ringo's waist and leaned her head on his shoulder, smiling a genuine smile this time.

Snap!

And for the last picture, it took everyone by surprise. She removed her arms from his waist and stood on her tippy toes, attempting to kiss him on the cheek. But Ringo had turned his head towards her, making her lips land on his.

Snap!

...

Charlotte snapped out of her thoughts and took out the other pictures that the first photo hid. She stared at them, a giddy grin appeared on her face, and she couldn't shake it off.

Once she was ready for school, it was already seven am. Charlotte quickly exited her apartment with purple bags under her eyes and got inside her car, driving to school.

...

The woman slumped into her chair, which the professor conveniently placed in the back of the large room. Students filed inside until they filled most of the seats. Those who attended the class mostly stuck up front, closer to the door, while others lingered behind in the back. Men filled most chairs; women filled few. The professor droned on about cognitive development, something she already knew of. So instead of hearing the same curriculum, she's already learned, Charlotte flipped open her notebook and began doodling. 

"Ms. Mulert," 

Charlotte lifted her head towards the front of the classroom and made eye contact with her professor. He had an expecting look on his face, and he tapped his wooden ruler on his desk impatiently.