Back To You [editing]

Chapter 9 - Sophie

A year later

I'm growing popular over this year. I work as a model and I'm a Harvard student. My doctor said I recovered from my depression a month ago. And I'm keeping it that way

Today, I'm sitting at my table and filling out taxes

Not the most compelling thing

I try hard not to think about last year- but I get nightmares. It's not new, though. I can't help thinking about Keefe and how he probably has a family now. I told him myself to move on but I'm the one who can't- I always have his representation in my back pocket. As much I hate to admit, I love him. I always get chills or tender feelings when I think about him.

My phone started to ring

I groaned.

Why can't the world just go away?

It was said: Unknown

Should I pick up?

What could hurt?

"Hello?" I asked as I looked down at the paper in front of me

The person on the other end choked.

I scrunch my eyebrows together

"Um, hello? Who is this?" I ordered

The unknown caller cleared their throat. "Hi is this Allison?"

I know that voice- it's my boss, Savannah. "Uh, Savannah?"

"Yes, it's me"

"Why are you calling on this number?" I asked, nibbling on the end of my pen

"No reason!" Savannah said, immediately

That was uncanny- Savannah usually comes up with a snarky comeback

I released my pen. "Okay... so what did you call for?"

"I want you to meet someone, dear,"

Dear?

"Savannah, are you feeling okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Because you're acting different

"Okay, so anyway, you want me to meet someone?" I asked, ignoring her last comment

"Yes, so could you come today at The Cheesecake Factory at 9:30?"

9:30? That's pretty late. But I have to say yes to Savannah, she's pretty demanding

"Sure, who do you want me to meet?"

"A guy named, Colton," Savannah started. "It's about your career,"

That doesn't sound so good. "Okay. So where do-"

"Meet him at the front door. He has brown hair and brown eyes."

Brown eyes- the color of my eyes. The color- who hurt so many people. Broke Keefe's heart. Killed more than a hundred people. Made-

No, stop Sophie. Don't embrace the guilt

"Okay, thanks, Savannah,"

"No problem, sweetie,"

Sweetie?