𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 ; 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙇𝙖𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

|13| High School Sweethearts

Epilogue

First person perspective

His love for me lasted up until after we graduated. At least I think it did considering what he did. I had moved on: with another guy when attending college, as Johnny was getting drunk and becoming friends with the wrong people.

We decided to take a break, he stood me up on prom night which caused us to separate in the first place. I never thought my teenage romance would have ended so quickly. He was my life, my rock, my home.

Most importantly: my high school sweetheart.

I had finished up college, doing well with a career as a psychologist I moved towards the Hollywood hills. Staying in Los Angeles was the right decision, my long-term (on and off) semi-toxic relationship with a guy I met while in my fourth year of post-secondary school just ended. Although I felt horrible about it, there was nothing I could do to make things better between the both of us.

He was simply, boring, he had no taste in good music, and never liked to do anything with me anymore. We lost interest after almost twenty 'something' years together, - I lost track of the time we were together! We never celebrated any of our anniversaries... I had felt the need to move and the house I recently bought officially; just had to have some stuff wrong with it.

What a great real estate company...

"Your septic tank has been acting weird, you should get it checked out." Bobby advises me after he comes to check out my new house, he was snooping around for the past hour, looking at everything.

I shake my head at him letting out a soft scoff. "What do you know about septic tanks, priest Bobby."

He cringed at my joke before correcting me, "I'm a pastor."

"I'm sorry!" I defensibly reply, feeling my lips break into a smile. "I'll hurry and call someone who can come and fix it."

"Okay, well. I'm going to leave and then I'll be back later, sounds good?" He looks at me, without thinking, I nod my head at him. "Yeah, bring back some dinner though."

"Got it." He points his fingers in my direction before heading out, "nice house by the way, proud of you sis."

Uttering a satisfying laugh, I reply, "Thanks! Bobby."

I look down at the phone book and begin scanning through the pages as I find a number, written above the number is handyman, it had already been circled so decided I should call it.

Bobby had left so I dialled the given numbers and let it ring a few times before an older man answers, "Hi. Yes, can I get someone to come and look at my septic tank?"

The guy answers and ask for my address, I give him it and thank him as he said he'll send someone over since today hasn't been busy.

"Thank you again so much, take care." I hung up and started to wait for the guy to come swing by.

...

Second perspective

"Hey." A knock at your door was heard, you have left it open so he could just walk in. "I'm here to check your tank or whatever."

The voice was deep, but familiar. You hadn't been looking up to see who it was, so without thinking you welcome the anonymous man inside.

"Hi? Come on in." You don't look up from your phone, walking towards the entrance to introduce yourself you feel like your whole world stops.