Summer's Point Of View
I woke up in one of those super uncomfortable hospital chairs. I looked up and Freddy, and sighed. My best friend, Emma, walked in and hugged me.
"I'm so sorry, Summer." She frowned.
"What do I do?" I asked.
"Well, you cry-" I cut her off.
"No. I mean do I have a husband? Do I even have a boyfriend?" I stood up.
"Well, I mean. Not to be rude...but do you really think you guys are meant to be?" She asked sitting down.
"..." I looked over at him. "No."
"Then you need to move on, not like that moving on you did in middle school though. You need to actually move on." She replied.
"I do, it's about time. But I will always love him. And I'm not going out for boys anytime soon. It'll take me some time to get over him."
"Of course, of course." She giggled and hugged me.
I kissed Freddy's cheek before we got kicked out of the room so we went to eat. It was weird, I should be more sad. Why aren't I more sad? There I was laughing like nothing happened. What the hell?
Shouldn't I be sobbing in that room? Why am I laughing out at lunch with my friend? This doesn't make sense. Everything suddenly became clear.
I don't love Freddy.
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Actually move on ✧
Fanfiction- SEQUEL TO THE PLAN - Summer and Freddy have had the Rockiest relationship ever. But when this happens, it's unbelievable, so unbelievable Summer has only one choice. It's actually time to move on.
