We met again in fall (book 2 of Just a professor)

The letter for the past lizzie

Lizzie POV

Time has passed since Aubrey's gallery burned down to the ground. Nothing lasted which breaks my heart completely.

I saw how much passion she pushed into this place and it has become a home to her and me.
She was spending most of her time there and now she's left with ashes and dust. A crumbled building that can't be the same anymore and I'm afraid that Aubrey won't be the same anymore.

Mortified even. It terrifies me to not know what will happen to the love of my life. Will she live? Will she die? Will she even remember me? And what will Aubrey do when she knows that she's lost her second home and work place?

One thing is sure. She won't be the same anymore.
She won't the person I let walk into the fire.

It took me a week until I got out of the hospital but I didn't leave at all. My arm was still wrapped up and it still will be until it heals completely.
My lungs are working good again but I get a cruel cough sometimes which will fade away with time.

The only reason I left is to go to Aubrey's house, to take a shower and change. It's so strange to be here and to know that she won't be here for a while.

I saw a small note on the kitchen counter and walked up to read it.

„Alex and I found two paintings that remained completely. We thought you might want to take a look at them. See you at the hospital."
-Tyler

Her dad left me the note and I looked around seeing the pictures on her couch in the living room.

I walked around slow somehow scared to know what is fully there. My heart stopped for a moment as I realized what it was.

The Ferris wheel painting Aubrey did when we where up there for the first time. My memories flash back to the night at the pier. The date we had. The time we shared. The memories and moments we created and selected.

How she was scared like a little girl to go up there but yet she did it for me and probably only to impress me at the moment back then. She stood her ground but was still scared to look at all.

The night skyline we saw was absolutely beautiful.
Breathtaking even and she placed this image down onto this huge canvas. Dedicated to the night we had. It was one of the most beautiful moments I shared with her and I'd sell my soul to relive this with her even if it would be the last moment together.

I stroked above the canvas as I felt how tears rolled down creating a blurry vision. Out of all paintings she created, this was the one that lasted?

The one that didn't even have a little damage as if nothing happened to it. But since that night so many things happen.

I laid the canvas down as I saw a picture rolled up with a letter on it. My stomach twisted. Please don't tell me this is the letter she was talking about all the time. The one that was meant for me but never got to me.

I walked up to the rolled up picture and unrolled it carefully as I noticed what it was my heart dropped.

I cried again not stopping from what I saw.
This was the painting we created when we where making out while covered in colors.

Oh god.

Seeing these things make everything even harder.
Both of these pictures have a huge meaning to the both of us and I can feel how my heart starts to break even more.

As i unroll it more a Little note falls into the attention of my eyes.

For the one and only Liz
My one and only
Ps: we can hang it up when we move in together.
So this is my way of asking... you wanna live together with me? Or not. How you want. Okay now it's not even a P.s. anymore. Just let me know