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Cherish 3
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Cherish ~ to hold dear : feel or show affection for

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October 4 th
Veronica Greene

"Wake up sleepy head." I woke up to the sound of a voice.

"Katie leave me alone. My shoulder hurts." I grumbled realizing my shoulder was pressed into the mattress so I rolled over on my other side. My face was pressed into a pillow and I began to curl into a ball. This pillow smells nice.

"Veronica, wake up goofy." The voice clicked this time.

"Henry? Why are you in my room?"

"Your in the guest room."

"Moms gonna kill us." I mumbled sleepily still curled up in a ball, snuggled into the pillow.

"Your an adult, at least thats what you told her last night when you decided we were sleeping together."

"I did what?" My eyes were wide open now. That pillow was Henry. Crap am I wearing my shorts still? Yes, yes I am, last night was a long night, I need some water.

Drowsiness kicked in once again and I rolled back over and put my back against Henry's chest. Wincing in pain as I adjusted, my shoulder brushed Henry's chest. His hand snaked around my waist.

"I never texted Andrew." The realization caused me to sit straight up. Pain shot through my upper body the searing pain caused my eyes to water.

"Katie did. She even asked him to pick her up early incase you were still in pain."

"Remind me to thank her." The pain was far more evident now. I laid back down snuggled into Henry he pulled me closer to him.

"Henry?"

"Yes, Veronica?"

"Have you fallen in love with me yet?

"I think I have, have you."

"A long time ago Henry. I loved you from the first time you ever asked me to marry you."

"Thats a long time to love someone."

"You were gone so long. You missed so many major steps of my life." I sighed and let a lazy smile fall upon my lips. "I made myself sick over you, you know that?"

"Veronica, why didn't you call me?"

"You never called first like you said you would. I still don't have your number, you left, changed your number and went MIA on social medias no matter how often I wanted to talk to you I couldn't. You left me alone." I breathed a heavy sigh. "Worst part is I don't blame you for leaving, you were all I had and I was overwhelming you. I annoyed you to no end. I don't blame you for not calling." I rolled over and the sight I was met with tore me apart.

"You mean and meant the world to me. I left my number for you in a letter I left with your parents I thought you got-

"I was never given a letter." I cut him off with a sharp tone. Rage began to seep trough my veins.

"That was quite the switch." He stated with a smirk. I was angry at my parents for never have given me the letter. Never letting me have the chance to contact him. Letting us feel as tho we were somehow mad at each other. I looked at him and he grinned. It felt as though nothing else in the world mattered. Not the missing letter, not the dead boys, not my wounds, not the shattered window, not the scratched paint, not even trying to make my parents proud mattered in that moment. I smiled a genuine smile like I hadn't in a long while.

"Veronica?" Came the sound of my mothers voice from behind me. As if she'd walked in. I payed her no mind. "Veronica?"

I sat up, turned around and looked at my mother who had a grin on her face.