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Octavia Thornton has hated Axel Kingston from the minute he spilt his red jungle juice down her favourite white dress during freshman year.
She declared them enemies, but you what made it more exciting?
They were enemies with ben...
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I don't know how long I stand leaning against the fence but when I turn around Axel has set a blanket down on the dock and I see him setting up what looks like an already made charcuterie board.
As I walk closer I notice two wine glasses and a bottle of red on the right, a smile finds its way onto my lips.
"This place is beautiful." I say lowering myself down onto the blanket crossing my legs. "How did you find it?"
He grabs a plastic container from the basket and opens it revealing various fruits— strawberries, sliced watermelon, grapes and cubed pineapple.
"When my grandpa died back in February, I went for a drive to clear my head and I ended up here." He replies.
"I'm sorry."
I remember how devastated he was when his grandpa passed, he had wanted me around way more than usual— it got to the point where I told him sex isn't going to make him forget and I'm not going to be the person to make him forget.
I had experienced it when my grandma passed away, I used sex as a coping mechanism and when it finally hit me that she passed I felt disgusted in myself for trying to forget instead of being a woman about it and accepting the fact she was gone.
He basically told me to fuck off— I did exactly that and he texted me a couple weeks later apologising saying I was right and he acted like a dick and to go back over there when I was ready.
"I heard you once mention how you loved watching the sun set." He grabs a wine glass and begins pouring the red liquid into it. "And I've never experienced a better sunset than here."
My stomach does that twirling thing again.
He remembered that I liked watching the sunset?
I brought that up to one time around him— it was late June and I was at his house watching the sunset from his bedroom window. I remember saying ugh I love watching the sun set, but I was mainly speaking to myself not realising he was listening.
My chest tightens and my heart beats faster.
Pitta patta.
Pitta patta.
"You remembered that?" I say shock evident in my voice.
"I remember more than you think." He smiles as he hands over the half filled glass on wine.
I thank him taking the glass from his hand and taking a sip as he continues putting the last pieces of food on the board and when he brings out a giant bag of Reece's pieces my heart explodes.
