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Love's POV

Mature Content Ahead

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2 months later

The shore held the echoes of Blair's laughter, lost but not forgotten. As I stood on the familiar shore, the ocean breeze carried the scent of nostalgia and the sting of unshed tears.

Then, like a mirage, Lorenzo appeared, reopening wounds I would rather keep closed. He sat down on the sand next to me.

His gaze held promises and secrets, and in that moment, the chapters of my life blurred, entwining past and present in a tangle of emotions I wasn't sure I was ready to confront.

The city's distant hum faded away as we settled under the ancient oak tree, surrounded by a plethora of leaves.

I traced patterns in the grass with my fingers, my thoughts wandering. "I've always pictured myself on covers of magazines, B. Striking poses, being part of a world of beauty."

Her eyes held sincerity. "You'll shine like the brightest star in all of the galaxy, Love. People will see you for the amazing person you are. How I see you." She gave me a soft smile.

I sighed, a mix of longing and determination in my voice. "What about you, B? Figure skating is your dream. I can see you on that ice, gliding with such grace. We'll be the talk of the country."

Though her parents had a stay-at-home-wife plan for her, I knew she wanted something more.

Blair's smile held a touch of wonder. "The ice will become my canvas, and I'll paint a story with every move. The world will be our oyster."

I never understood that saying. What the hell did it mean?

Blair reached for my hand, our fingers entwining. "Imagine us, Love, going on this journey side by side, our dreams intertwining like vines on this old, ugly ass tree."

I let out a quiet laugh, my eyes softening when I looked at hers. "Promise we'll be friends forever?" I held out my pinky for her to grab with her own.

"I swear," she said, locking her pinky with mine.

We turned toward the sunset, under this old, ugly oak tree, talking for hours more.

"Hey," Enzo said, pulling me from where I was. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I moved my head to face him, "fine." I forced a totally unbelievable smile.

I hated lying to him, but that was better than talking about how I feel. I had told him the real way I felt that night in the hospital. The worst night of my life.

I felt so broken. So sad.

I never wanted to feel that way again.

"Where'd you go just now?" He asked, his brown eyes fixated on mine. Damn, those eyes.

"Just thinking about where to go next," I tried and probably failed to sound convincing.