❝I don't know what you went through, and I know we aren't going to go back to where we were for a long time, maybe even ever. But if I knew that you were about to go through the worst time of your life, I wouldn't have left. I swear.❞
Catherine Bell...
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It was a regular day at Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, or so I had thought.
My day was like any other day. I went to school, then I went to Pop's and worked on my novel. Archie stopped by and had asked Betty to come over. It was average.
Betty came, of course. However, that wasn't the only person who came.
I saw her again.
Her long brown curls rested upon her shoulders as she couldn't stop smiling. I knew it was her by her faded freckles, perfectly placed across her cheeks and on her nose; and her river blue eyes that I could never tire of swimming in.
I could tell that she had driven a long way by her comfortable outfit of a gray sweater, yoga pants, and her smudged makeup on her left eye.
I wanted to know everything about her. Where did she go? Why did she leave? Why was she back? And most of all, who is she?
Catherine Bell. I already know that.
I know her identity all too well, but people change, unfortunately. I know I have since I was eight.
Her laugh was like the coffee to my morning, and I wanted more of it.
