Ronnie's POV
The train had haulted and my heartbeat had sped up.
I was nervous.
More than nervous.
I hadn't seen any of them in a year.
I needed to see them.
After the whole ordeal with the wedding..
I moved out to Chicago in hopes of starting new.
I couldn't keep putting them through all of this.
I couldn't cause them anymore pain.
Yeah they probably hurt a lot when they found out that I was gone..
But they got over it.
They stopped looking I think.
When I got to Chicago and got a job.
I saved up money to buy the essentials.
Like an apartment, a bed, a fridge and a phone.
The essentials for me.
I was always checking the news.
All year round.
I lived in a rough neighbourhood and I wanted to feel safe.
CNN helped me a little.
Chicago wasn't enough for me.
Every single day I thought about him.
How our anniversary would pass.
Thinking about how my life would be like if the wedding did happen.
I knew that I wanted kids by now.
But I lost that opportunity.
She took it from me..
I watched his videos.
To check up on how everyone was doing.
Sam and Kat got married then moved out.
I know that Katrina tried to reach out.
I don't think she told anyone but she knew that I was still breathing.
I would follow all of their social media and she would make coded messages.
Red Olives Never Nail In Elephants ?
Idk I'm weird and it's true, they don't.It clearly spelled out Ronnie.
Maybe I was crazy but it was enough of an excuse to go back.
I grabbed my back and stood up.
Steadily and calming making my way to the door.
The metal cage opened and I stepped out.
Finally.
I was home.
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