Chapter Twenty-Seven
I walked on the beach later that night carrying my Justin box. All my memories, everything from our relationship. Everything that reminded me of him. It was too late to turn back now, far too late. It was high time to move on. And I was ready now when she hadn't been before. My reaction to what Nick said proved it to me. I cried one single tear, and I accepted it. And I knew that if something were to happen later on, I could probably handle it. I had God to lean on now. I could take it. I was strong now. And I didn't have to be afraid to live anymore.
And that's why I set the Justin box afloat on the water, and watched it float away and eventually sink into the depths of the ocean. Yes, you may think it would be reckless to dump everything, all the pictures and memories into the ocean, but I did keep one picture. This is just what I felt was necessary for me to be considered fully healed. It's not like I was going to try to forget Justin, since I doubted I could ever forget my first love, my first kiss. I just wanted some sort of closure, and since I'd spent all those long, sleepless nights clutching my Justin box, along with the memories and the pictures, I just wanted to let it all go and leave me now. I wanted to set it free.
So I did.
And I felt relieved.
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The next morning I wasn't surprised when the phone rang. It was now Saturday, October tenth and I was expecting a phone call from an old in friend in California.
But I didn't expect it to be Nick's mom's worried voice on the line after I happily said hello.
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Storie d'amoreAmber's boyfriend just died. She's heartbroken, suicidal, and she just moved to a new, unfamiliar place. Introducing Nick, a confusing boy with a mysterious past. She immediately feels something for him. But can she forget about her just-deceased bo...
