"I'm coming back tonight. Meet me. You know where." My heart thumped against my chest as the line went dead.
I curled up in my wool sweater and glanced at the clock on my desk. "Twelve o'clock." I whispered to myself and turned over.
There's no way he's driving back this late. He'll get here by 2. No way.
I turned over in bed and tried to sleep in an attempt to shove the false excitement away.
I couldn't sleep.
My love was coming back. We'd been through a lot and he left when things got too bad here. It's been two years. We were supposed to talk every day after he left, but we stopped talking and updating one another a month into his absence. I missed him, and I always wanted to send that first message, but I knew it was better off that I hadn't.
The moonlight shined through my sheer curtains. It was so pure. Just like how I used to be before him. I found myself quietly slipping on some grey sweatpants and a black tank along with whatever random pair of shoes poked from under my bed.
I checked my phone to see he hadn't texted. Which meant he was driving. This was for real.
About an hour later I made my way through the slightly frosted window that took up an entire wall of my room. After swiftly landing on the soft ground I peered up at my window to make sure it was still open, and it was.
I took the long way like we used to do.
He'd be coming from wherever he chose to be instead of school and I'd be coming from soccer practice. We'd meet at the parking lot of Sears and venture together through the woods behind the department store to our place.
My two backpacks would slow me down. He'd take one and make a joke about how weak I was for a soccer player and then I'd go on a rant explaining how upper arm strength is not a requirement. He knew that though, he just liked to challenge me, and that's one of the main reasons why I loved him so much. We were polar opposites but we fit so perfectly..
I found my way closing in on the almost empty parking lot. There was one single black car parked near a tall light. My heart began beating out my chest and my stomach was flipping. I almost stopped and around. My anxiety shot up like a firework on the fourth of July.
I saw his black hair shine under the streetlight as he emerged from the car. My steps quickened as the rest of his body straightened up. After some moments I was encapsulated by his warm embrace. We both took a deep breath and felt one another.
"I've missed you Le."
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Thanks for reading guys! The chapters will be pretty short due to this being a short story but there should be plenty of chapters. This whole story is based off of an entire day pretty much.
Sidenote: Her name is Leala pronounced LAY-LUH and Le is pronounced LAY.
