He'd gone beyond his player ways for her.
She'd grown beyond her traumatic past for him.
Together, their love was beyond.
Until one fatal accident.
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When she loses the love of her life in a car crash, Althea has nothing left in California...
You're leaning in closer and I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I
But if you ask me to, I couldn't, I couldn't, I
I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I shouldn't.'
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*ALTHEA'S POV*
October 23, 2016.
'Hey, it's Althea. I forgot to give you back your jacket last night, and I saw there are your papers and driving license in the pockets.'
'Not that I searched.'
'Peachy! So you kept the dollar and my number finally! I told you 😏'
'Wait, did you forget your jacket on purpose?'
'What?! Do you really think I'm that sneaky? 😲😲'
'It's a lucky coincidence... that I now have your number 😉'
'You better not save it as Peachy.'
'Too late 🍑'
'I'll save yours as M&Ms then.'
'You should have a taste before...'
'Going back to your papers, do you need them before school tomorrow?'
'Yes, I need my license to drive to practice early tomorrow. You can bring them at the fair. I'm there all day 😉'
Staring at my phone screen, I still tried to comprehend how I'd ended up here. How him, introducing himself as the main attraction, had led to me, following the faraway screams and laughs from the various amusement rides. How my resolve to never fall into a player's trap or any date had turned into my shaky hand holding Asher Rohan's varsity jacket.
I'd underestimated him, and now, I didn't know where I was going—in more ways than one, as I walked under the large welcome banner at the entrance of the park.
