Torrance (Month Later)

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Stacey and I sit outside on my patio. She's doing a lot better. She's learned how to walk again and is going to physical therapy once a week.

"So you want to leave?" she asks. I nod.

"There's nothing for me here."

"What about me?" she grips my arm. "Will I ever see you again?"

"In due time."

"What does that mean?"

I smile at her, go inside. There's a knock on my front door. I look out the window. It was the UPS man.

I open my door, grab the scroll on my door step and bring it inside.

I pop it open, unroll it.

It was me. Reading the messages between my girlfriend and her ex lover. A note slips out, falls at my shoe.

I unfold it.

I wish we would've met each other first, before we met them. :)

-Arizona Medulo

In Due TimeWaar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu