"Wow. You leave a place you've been in for so long for only a week and come back not even recognizing the place," I think to myself. The area has not physically changed, it just feels like it did.
The first place I go to is the bakery. It's not open and I'm not sure it had been in a while. Solie is definitely not here. I have to make sure I'm as low key as possible while looking for her. There are people around who want me dead and I can't be too sure who the next person to shoot me is going to be.
After a few hours of wandering, I decided to lay low just outside of town where I'm more likely to be safe. But then, I see Solie. Her hair is straightened and pulled up into a tight bun and her clothes are different. She seems to have dressed up a bit with more subtle colors.
My heart beats in fear. I began to realize how unprepared I am to see her again. What is she going to think of me after everything that happened? So for the second time ever in my life, for Solie, I let my heart lead my next action, and not my thick skull.
She's placing some bags in the back of a car. I casually pull up, park beside her, and watch through my window.
She can't see me because she's facing the other direction. Opening my drivers door, I quietly sneak up behind her and when I'm close enough, I swiftly place my hands on her waist and spin her into a passionate kiss. Somehow, it feels different.
"What the hell?!" she yells. Although, it's not Solane's voice that I heard. After gathering my sense, I realize that it isn't even Solie I kissed.
"Sorry, I thought you were... someone else." I don't even take time to listen to her response as she stares at me in a way where a person would think that she was confused, though at the same time, enjoying what had just happened.
Jumping into my car, I speed away from the town as fast as possible. Her eyes follow me until her figure completely disappears.
And people ask me why I hate being prone to feelings. Smh.
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