Love Returned

3 years later..

Violet Pov:

Gosh what the hell was I even thinking coming back to this stupid ass place? Just because I spent 3 years away, I could just magically forget every shitty thing that happened there?

Who the hell was I even kidding. I'm a joke. My life is a joke.

A cough breaks me out of the self pity party I was throwing myself. I look over my shoulder to see a fairly older women patiently waiting to use the sink. I hurry up and move out of her way saying a quiet "I'm sorry" as I walk out of the restroom. Great now I have to find my way through this big ass airport.

As I walk through the busy airport filled with people I won't ever see again, going about their own lives. I come to the agonizing realization that I'm really going home. My stomach starts to do back flips. Just thinking about returning to the lions den instead of running away like I did 3 years ago makes me wants to curl up in a ball in the middle of this dreadful place and cry. I shouldn't be coming back, I never planned to. But life has a funny way of fucking you over at every happy point in your life.

I was just starting to come to terms with being in a new city, with new people. I even started making friends.

That's a lie. I made 2 friends in the three years of moving to Austin.

The city is full of nice people, don't get me wrong. However, I'm just not a people person. So there's my struggle.

I know what you're thinking, "get over yourself." Trust me I've been trying. It's just not easy when you look in the mirror and see a shell of the person you once were.

Trust me I use to not be this dark, but shit happens. What can I do?

I finally board the plane that is taking me back to my hometown.

You might not think that Destin is such a bad place to live. Right on the beach. There's always things to do. 

It was my personal hell. I felt suffocated there. That's why I had to leave. 

After my father died, I couldn't bring myself to find the bright side of anything anymore. I had to escape. I had to run away from my problems because thats what I'm best at. 

That wasn't even the worst part of it all. Leaving him was. 

I had to leave half of my heart behind. 

Now that I'm returning I have no idea how to feel about it. I hope I can keep my head low and not run into anyone from my past. 

God, who am I kidding. It's inevitable that I'll run into him. 

I wonder what he looks like now. I wonder if his brown eyes still shine like honey when the sun hits them just right. I wonder if his nose still does that little twitch when something irritates him. I wonder if his lips still curve into that devilishly handsome smirk when he says my name. 

I wonder if he moved on.

God is it horrible of me to hope not? Probably. Part of me hopes he has moved on and that he is happy. An even bigger and bitter side of me hopes he hasn't. I hope his heart still beats fast like mine does whenever I think about him. I hope he hasn't been able to move on from me. Call me selfish. Whatever. I am selfish when it comes to him.

No matter how not ready I am to return. I hope Destin is ready for me. Let's see how this goes. 

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Hey ya'll! Welcome to my first story on Wattpad. Sorry for the short chapter ): They'll get longer, I promise! This story is probably going to suck since it's my first time writing a story like this. So please hang in there. I've been trying to write this story for a while and I finally feel motivated enough to do it. Thank you so much for reading. I hope ya'll enjoy <3

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