Coming in Between Love

Back to Reality

Vickie's Point of View
The memories of last year flood through mind. I almost start to cry after remembering how Ken didn't even come back for me. I waited all night in my room for him. Thinking that maybe, this wasn't the end. Maybe, just maybe, he would text or call me. No text or call came that night. I figured he was done with me and that was that. That next month I moved out of my parents house, got a job, and now I'm here in The Clentwood Apartments.
The view is nice and my patio is big enough for me. I made certain that my parents didn't tell Ken where I moved to. They understood. I never did tell them why we broke up, but it was none of their business. I shake my self from my thoughts and force myself out of the bed to take a shower and eat breakfast. After finishing, there's a small knock on the door. It was so faint I could barely hear it. I open the door and pray nobody minds that I'm in sweat pants and a sweatshirt. Opening the door, I freeze. My heart stops, my breathing stops, and my eyes begin to cry.
Without thinking I hug the figure standing in my doorway.
" I'm back baby. I'm here to stay."
My Ken.

(I hope everyone enjoyed it!! It's my first time writing a real story. I may be new to this but I'll soon get the hang of it. I'm planning on making a Part 2 but that's only if y'all want me to. Please comment and like. Thanks!)