(Sequel to Watty Award Winner "Dear Sydney")
College isn't for everyone. Sometimes school is meant to end after the twelveth grade.
So when Sydney Porter decided to leave James Madison University after her sophomore year, her boyfriend of t...
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I hated airports.
I had been on far more planes in the past few years than I ever thought I would be, since I had decided to go to college 3,000 miles away from my home in California. Flying back for Christmases and summers had been something I came to dread, and flying from Virginia to New York was no different. JFK was a terribly busy airport, and there was no way I was going to get my luggage before the next shuttle left for the city at 2:30.
Which gave me plenty of time to stare at the ring on my left hand.
It had been a whirlwind of a week, and yet I knew I wouldn't have had it any other way. There was nothing I wanted more than to be able to be with Connor again, and I had known that, deep down, as I travelled to Virginia in the first place. There had been a part of me, small at first and growing larger with every mile closer I got to Connor, that had been desperate to have him back in my life.
I never in a million years would have thought I'd be returned from my college trip with a rock on my left hand.
I let myself stare at the ring until someone tapped me on the shoulder, causing me to turn around and hope desperately that it wasn't an airport employee telling me they had lost my luggage--that had happened to me a year ago and I was still getting over the loss of so many clothes and shoes.
