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July 29th, 2020

6 months. Exactly 6 months ago, I left. I just got up, packed my stuff, and flew back home to Seatle.

Ryland threatened me, using Thomas. Me, being a fool in love, left without saying a word. The last thing I remember is Thomas's green eyes, the ones that could make me smile any time and anywhere.

I sat on the couch, watching my mother sew as she watched tv. It was a rainy day so I had wrapped myself in my black jacket. The one I wore to the concert with Thomas. The one that still had the scent of his cologne. The one I wore when I need a happy memory.

I got up, walking to the kitchen of our house. I quickly poured myself a mug of coffee and then grabbed some cookies, walking back to the living room. I sat down, setting my mug on the table. I grabbed the remote and put youtube on, searching up the name. The name that could bring me to my knees in tears. The name that could kill me, as Ryland said.

Thomas Petrou.

I played his most recent vlog as I sipped my coffee. My eyes lit up when his face appeared, his smile making my day light up with fireworks.


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