A little warning before you start reading:
There is a lot of switching between POV's but that is really necessary for you to know everything that is going on, also the timeline is kind of messed up, that's why I kept a track of the exact time and the place of everything that was happening, so you can keep up.
There will be several Flashbacks in the following two chapters, but they also are necessary, because each character shared a different past with Alex, and they needed to be reminded of that past *cries* If you know what I mean.
There is a time jump in the beginning, we will go to the past after it, then in the next chapter, we will get back to this time jump.
OH AND ALSO, Don't forget to wear black for the funeral...
Love ya all 3000!
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"If we could start again, would that change the end?"
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ONE YEAR LATER...
NEW YORK
04:00 pm
Cara's POV
Loving someone is one of the biggest chances we ever take.
I consider it unfair, because it's rarely a conscious decision we make. It's something beyond our control.
That love, it either blossoms slowly and gradually grows, or it hits us hard, shocking us with its sudden intensity.
Sometimes it's a cure.
And other times it's a curse.
In my case, it was both.
It was the one thing missing from my life, the thing I needed the most but when I finally had it, like a drug, I couldn't live without it.
Falling in love, it was inevitable.
This...all of this was inevitable.
It was bound to happen. I couldn't avoid it, no matter what, I couldn't run from it.
It's weird, but I always had a feeling that something this bad would happen one day. I always sensed a storm brewing at a distance, waiting for the best moment to strike and ruin us in its wake...and the sad thing, it actually did.
The storm wrecked us. Took parts of us. Changed us.
That storm, it broke us.
And now, after all the damage that has been done, that storm is finally over.
It's silent now.
The silence after the storm.
I sucked into a deep breath as my fingers traced the name engraved over the gravestone. Coldness spread from my fingertips and went all the way to the marrow of my bones as I whispered the name written down.
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