mine. // mgk

chapter 2

IM SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IM GOING YO TRY AND WORK ON THIS MORE. ENJOY!!!

Weeks went by, and Colson and I grew closer and closer everyday. We were sitting in the courtyard talking and laughing and just enjoying each other's company. When our laughter dies down I can feel him staring at me.

     "Do I have something on my face?" I asked reaching up to feel my face.

     "No! You're good." He replied, laughing a little at my scared expression.

     "Then what is it?"

He leaned in closer, "You're just so damn beautiful." Right after he said that our lips collided.
I kissed back without hesitation, for I had been waiting for this since the moment I set eyes on him. It might have been wrong, physical relationships were highly unwelcomed here, but damn it felt so right.

We spent every moment we could together. We snuck away for dates at meal times, sitting across from each other at a secluded table. He was so different from every other guy I had been with. He was cocky, but not the annoying get over yourself asshole cocky. Just the right amount. Everything about him seemed to be just the right amount. It was like he was made especially for me, my perfect match, soulmate, the one.

Sadly this uncommon fairytale came to an end a few days later, when I was released, out to go back to a new sober life.

**5 YEARS LATER**

3 years. I am officially 3 years sober. I relapsed a couple times the first two years, but it happens. Everything has changed. I'm no longer the girl who seemed like a badass but was actually extremely insecure. No, now I'm extremely comfortable with myself.

Even though so much has changed, I still think of Colson. Five years later and my heart still skips a beat when I hear his voice on the radio, which has been a lot recently. Bad Things is all any radio seems to play. And I can't help but wish to be back in that rehab, with his lips pressed against mine. I think of him when I can't sleep. I wonder if he still thinks of me, if he misses me, probably not. He's probably dating Halsey or Camila Cabello or someone else I can't compete with. I don't bother telling anyone I once knew him because it seems like a cry for attention, and I'm not about that.

I work at a local diner in LA. I moved here when I turned 20, ready to start my sober life for real. I actually enjoy my job a little, it's refreshing to put on my apron and keep busy, nothing to really distract me. Ya, attractive guys come in once in awhile and some try to get my number, writing theirs on the bill, but I always pay them no mind, it's not that they aren't attractive because damn they were. They just aren't him. I know it sounds stupid, it's been five years but I just can't move on. I try to, my friends always trying to help me get over "the mystery guy". I never told them because when I moved here I wanted a fresh start. I also didn't want them to think less of me or that I was just saying it for attention.

My best friend Amanda works with me at the diner. She's the one I told the most to about him, saying his name was Colson and he was so different from any other guy you'd meet nowadays.

I looked up when I heard the bell ring, indicating a new customer coming in. I looked up and was met with blue eyes I never thought I'd see again.