Sight Of Love

Reunite

I walk down the freezing sidewalk, texting a number into my flip phone.

The phone begins to ring and I sigh; smoke coming out of my mouth from the cold.

"Hello?" The girl answers, "If we weren't bullshit, what was I wearing?" I ask. "Huh?" The brunette questions. "The first time you ever saw me. If that wasn't a lie." I say. I walk into a fenced area. "You had low apple bottom jeans and a grey long sleeve shirt that had black lines all over it, I thought to myself, wow. She's beautiful. You hair was half up and half down, pinned by a hair clip." Brooklyn replies.

I stop and stare at the ground, listening to everything Brooklyn is saying.

"And you were confused on where to go and when I met you, you were with Veronica. You had a shy, but a bright smile." Brooklyn adds.

I sit down onto the snow covered bench near me, I chuckle, "Yeah, I was." I speak.

"You were watching Veronica, who's a lot better looking than me." I comment. "You think so? Really?" Brooklyn asks. "How come your not stocking Veronica?" I ask. "Because you think like that and Veronica doesn't." Brooklyn snaps. "I saw you two at the club. Veronica dances for an audience. You dance like nobody else is in the room." She continues.

I look down at the snow.

I became to realize to myself.

"You're life's not simple... Fiona. And you can't stop it from showing because your no fake. You're not lost, You don't need finding. This whole city belongs to the Veronicas, I'm sick of them. I swear, Fiona, you're nothing like anyone I've ever met." Brooklyn says. I sigh and begin to tear up.

"You make me want to enjoy life again." I chuckle. "Are you there?" She asks. "Fiona?" She says.

I realize I fell in love, again.

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I stand, waiting for her to show up. I look around the train station. The train begins to go and I sigh; looking down at the ground in betrayal.

But, the person I loved was on the other side.

I observe Brooklyn as she's standing on the other side.

I breathe heavily and fidget with my scarf. She observes me also, her cheeks red as mine are too. She smiles widely, I chuckle and begin to shed tears.

I wave and she waves back. I point to the stairs and she nods; laughing to herself.

I make my way down the stairs.

I stop and stand, looking at her brown eyes. I smile. She smiles back; walking over to me.

She cups my cheek with her hands and presses our lips together with no words to be said. I hesitate for a second before kissing her back. I grab the collar of her jacket and push her closer to me.

I've never missed someone's touch so badly. I missed the love of my life.

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait." Brooklyn speaks. I smile and scoop up some fudge from a fancy glassed wine cup. "What have I ever done to anybody, never mind you.. that made me look unreliable?" Brooklyn questions, looking me in the eyes across from the table. "Unreliable?" Brooklyn says. "People like you are used to getting your own way." I suck onto the spoon. "And by "people like me" you mean people like what?" Brooklyn asks. I raise my eyebrows.

"Okay, wait. All right. Yes, no. All you gotta do is agree or disagree." Brooklyn shrugs.

"She thinks the sun shines out of her own ass." Brooklyn says. I chuckle. "Agree or disagree?" Brooklyn quizzes. "Agree." I say. I lick the fudge.

"She's overly generous and that bugs me." Brooklyn adds. I put my spoon down, "Agree." I reply. "Because I'm not used to get—" Brooklyn gets interrupted, "Actually, very agree." I snap, "Because I'm not used to getting spoiled." Brooklyn continuously plays the game. I smile and look away from Brooklyn. "Okay so respect for girls like Brooklyn, because people unlike Brooklyn.. or people diametrically opposite to Brooklyn have always let me down." Brooklyn says.

My face drops, excuse me? I look at Brooklyn. "So deciding she's overeducated and has some money than sense.. Is somehow more socially acceptable than asking myself, for instance: Why do men treat me like shit?" Brooklyn remarks.

"Fuck you." I say. "It's a question." Brooklyn states.

"Fuck you." I spat. I remove myself from the booth. "Either—or" Brooklyn says.

I turn and look at her, my hand in my jean pockets.

I sit back into the booth, "Agree." I say. "She's had an easy life." The brunette affirms. "Definitely." I add.

"You prefer a guy around the block." Brooklyn asserts. "What if i do?" I lean in and sit back into the booth. "Say D-Block of a maximum-security system." Brooklyn shrugs. "If he knew how to have fun, sure." I say. "Fiona, I can't help being upbringing." Brooklyn states. "So then how come it's me having to apologize for mine?" I whisper. "Who's asking you to?" Brooklyn raises her whispered voice.

"We finished here, guys?" The lady asks. "We're working on it." Brooklyn says.

I sink into the booth, look down at the table in defeat.

"You wanna wait outside while I pay the bill?" Brooklyn asks. "Sure." I say, moving out of the booth.

I walk out of the restaurant, sighing.

I look around the town, the lights showing from the buildings. I get out my cigarettes and a lighter.

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Hello my loves! I'm sorry if this chapter is short it's just I haven't been feeling so well and I'm not suppose to keep my eyes on the phone so much and I'm posting a chapter of others POVS so that's exciting! . I hope you love this chapter anyway! IM SO HAPPY BROOKLYN AND FI ARE BACK TOGETHER.

-Xxx, Z❤️