The One That Got Away (ON HOLD)

Prologue

"...Sophie?" I heard his familiar voice say. He sounded hesitant and tired. I sighed in relief. "Eric! Where are you, babe? I woke up and you were gone.." I frowned slightly, "Did you get called in?" I could hear him quietly cursing on the other end. "Babe...?"  He let out a frustrated sigh, "Yeah, I'm here Sophie. I just don't know how to say this to you." I couldn't breathe. I gripped the edge of the drawers as I sat myself down on the bed. Is he breaking up with me? Oh my God, I really can't breathe. What did I do wrong? My mind frantically searched for something, anything that I could've messed up. "Did I... Did I do something wrong?" I felt tears set on the brim of my eyes, seconds away from spilling over. I heard something breaking on the other line of the phone, "Fuck!" I heard him yell.

I always find myself thinking, "what if?" Like what if I had some damn common sense and saw what was coming? What if I hadn't let my emotions take control of my actions? 

I always find something about the past to regret, but now I understand that sometimes in order to move on, you have to stop looking back. I have to stop looking back. I have to stop drowning myself in sorrow. I have to move on.

But what if the person you love the most tells you to move on? How can you move on from something that's apart of you? 

My name is Sophia Watson. I live in Washington, a small town where it's quiet and safe. At least that's what is was for a certain amount of time. A place where I learned that love can bring you up and also bring you down. Friends that stick by you and friends that turn against you the moment you've hit rock bottom. I don't believe love has one defintion, I believe it has many and maybe you'll find our why as you learn what I've been through.

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