Serena
There isn't a lot left to say. I guess happy endings can happen, but the struggle to get there isn't always that straightforward.
It wasn't that easy. And I wouldn't wish it was. Because that made it worth it.
I glance down at my hand for the umpteenth time that day. The small circular stone set on a silver band.
I'm twenty six...so that's seven years. Seven years since...
I never have and never will regret any of that.
"Serena, are you even listening to me?!" Kayla shrieks from the other side of the dressing room door. "Come on! You've been in there, what, fifteen minutes now?"
She graduated a month ago. Plans on becoming a clothing designer. Suits her, really. Fashionista.
I step out of the irritating small room.
"I say take that one..." she mutters.
"You think so?"
"Twirl," she orders. Tired of arguing, I comply.
Yeah, you guessed it. The afore mentioned fashionista is planning my wedding. And since this afternoon, thrusting dress after dress after dress at me.
I like this one, though. Silver and sleevless. Better yet, no ostentatious stuff.
"Great. We're taking it," she beams.
"Fantastic. Now I'm getting revenge and forcing you to try a multitude of bridesmaid dresses."
"Yay!" she squealed.
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When it comes to love, our reasons aren't based on reason or logic at all.
You don't need a reason to love someone. If you tried to say why you loved them, you wouldn't reach the end of the list anytime soon. You can shorten it, but there's no way to say it all.
You can tell if someone cares. Because of the way they touch you, like there are no words.
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I was sitting in the place Kayla had sat three years ago, against the wall, looking out the window. After helping me carry a dozen odd shopping bags home, she had collapsed on the couch. Ash was with Shaun, they'd gone to see a movie. Probably on the way home right now.
My thoughts wandered, so I didn't notice them coming home until he sat down next to me and asked, "What are we looking at?"
I didn't get to reply, because he pulled me into his lap, and kissed me. God, I love him.
"I love you too," I said, when we resurfaced for air.
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Broken Dreams cover photograph. I did the photography.
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