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Chapter 18

~Millicent~

3 days ago. That was the day where my life after Don left changed for the better. A lot of shit happened. Here's a summary: Early that morning, Donovan and I... Well, you know. After that, we went to brunch and Quinn told me that she knew about the... "Incident". She told me that she thought I should get back together with him. I wanted to, but I was too scared to get my heart broken again. So, I told him I still loved him and he told me the same. Now be prepared... I told him exactly what I feared. He made up an awful excuse and ran off. I sat back inside the restaurant, crying, until I left when my best friends told me not to. Next, I did something I haven't done since Donovan left. I drove all the way to the cemetery and spoke to my parents. I retold the story to them just in case they forgot. I had been gone for hours then and Madison was the one that found me. I broke down and told her all about my love situation and she gave me the greatest advice. I ran home, changed, and went back to Tyler's old place where I blurted out to Donovan, who didn't want to see me at first, that I was ready to risk it all and that I was ready to be with him again.

I must sound at least a little bit insane. A 20-ish year old girl breaks up with her boyfriend 5 years ago when he moves to France and gets back together with him barely two days after she knows that he's back. You know what? Who cares if I sound crazy? I love him, so whoever thinks I'm bonkers for doing this can be bitter somewhere else. Speak of the devil. He's back so I'll write later.

"Hello, beautiful," he said, sitting next to me at the bay window. I smiled and he smiled back.

"Hi, Donny."

"I hate that name, but it sounds amazing coming from you." I rolled my eyes and tried to conceal my smile. "What are you writing?"

He tried to peek over at the leather-bound journal in my lap, but I pushed it to the floor. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Unnecessary, yes, but that is private."

"Why? Are you scribbling my name in your diary?" he teased.

"Maybe. Are you scribbling mine in yours?"

"Yes! I'm dying to become Mrs. Donovan Evans!"

I smirked and we got up from our seats. My stomach growled.

"And I'm dying for dinner," I responded.

"I think Quinn's cooking."

"You wanna call for Chinese?"

"It's like you read my mind," he said with a smile.

I pulled out my phone and placed our orders, getting Emily something too just in case she ate Quinn's food. I looked over at my closet and caught a glimpse of my guitar. I went over to it and brought it back over to us.

"Is that for me?" he asked.

"No, it's mine."

He snorted. "Do you remember when I tried to teach you guitar?"

I did. I could barely play a simple riff that my sister mastered in a few hours.

"Shut up and listen."

I began playing Nine In the Afternoon by Panic! At the Disco. I hummed along quietly while Donovan sang. Never would I ever have thought that I would be playing anything but the oboe, let alone playing one of my favorite songs. Donovan's voice was as lovely as ever.

"Your eyes are the size of the moon. You could 'cause you can so you do. We're feeling so good. Just the way that we do. When it's nine in the afternoon," he finished.