Patrick's P. O. V " Skyler? Wha- what are you doing here?" I asked, surprised. She looked around a bit, grimacing. " Isn't it obvious? I came to see you." She answered and I took a deep breath, rubbing the back of my neck. " Wow..." I breathed out. " I didn't expect to see you." " I didn't expect to be here myself. I just sort of found myself here." " So... Why'd you come? " " I-i wanted to apologise. For what I did at the camp. I realized I didn't do that earlier before I left. I'm really sorry for what I did. " Stopping, she took a deep breath, shuddering. " For making things bad between you and Sylvia. It's haunted me ever since and I'm really sorry. I hope you can forgive me. " I stared at her, still confused of what to say. Skyler came all the way from New Jersey, to apologise? No, I don't want to believe it. " Why did you do it?" I found myself asking. She breathed out, brushing her hair off her face. " I... I don't know. I guess I was j

Alex's P. O. V. " But that's all the way in Britain!" I shot back, surprised. My mom, obviously expecting my outburst. " I know honey... We, just want the best for you. " She replied, her voice gentle. I heaved a sigh, rubbing my palms together. This isn't sitting well with me. " We thought about it a lot you know? Plus, you've always wanted to move really far away from home after highschool. " " Yes I did, but... " I trailed off, not knowing what to say. " Is everything okay? " My step dad asked. " If you don't want to move so far away, you can always choose another college that's nearby. " He said and I shook my head. " I'll go... I just didn't think I'll be moving so far away. " I replied and I heard them sigh. " I'm really sorry... We should've told you earlier." My mom said apologetically. I nodded, rubbing my neck. " How soon am I leaving?" I asked. If I'll be going overseas, there's a high chance I'll be resuming early. " Imm

Sylvia's P. O. V. "Hey guys...." I muttered, my voice coming out quieter than I intended. They both glanced at me and I could feel my cheeks turning red. Their eyes widened and they were soon gawping. I chuckled nervously. "Oh damn...." Alex muttered and my insides turned jelly. Oh girl... I thought inwardly, rubbing my palms together. Patrick made to speak but stopped himself. " H-hi." He finally forced out, still staring at me. " You look... Amazing." "Thanks." I mumbled, watching Alex from the corner of my eyes. " Really amazing." He added, his voice low and slightly husky, causing shivers to run down my spine. I nodded and stared down, not wanting to meet thier gazes. One of them cleared their throat and began speaking. " Uhmm... Would you like to dance? " Patrick asked, stretching his hands out. I stared at it for it a while, hesistating. " It'll be our last dance. " He added. " O-okay...." I muttered and took it. He led me to

(A week later) Sylvia's P. O. V Putting all of the homemade parcels in my bicycle's basket, I was getting ready to deliver them when a car pulled up at the entrance of our house. Looking up, my lips twitched unconsciously as I saw who it was. Dressed in simple clothing and his hair all over his face, he looked devastatingly handsome. It's like he just keeps getting more handsome as the days rolled by. " Hey..." He called out when he got to me. " Good morning." He greeted. " Good morning to you too." I replied, standing so I could look up at him. He was smiling. " Going out?" He asked, glancing at my bicycle. " Yeah... Want to deliver all of this parcels." I replied, pointing at the ones I had put in the basket. " Wow... You need help?" " No thanks... I can manage. " I muttered and he chuckled. " Seriously? " " Okay fine... But you dare rub it on me." I warned and he raised his hands up in surrender. " Wasn't planning to. " He muttered. " Is your mom in?" " Yeah." " Cool,

Sylvia's P. O. V Staring out the window with a glass of wine in my hands, I couldn't help but sigh. Taking a sip from it, I picked up the letter that lay beside the table, flipping it open and reading it. It was from Alex and that was three months ago. I haven't gotten anyone from him since then. Moving closer to the window, I continued staring out. It's been six years, six long years since I last saw Alex and honestly I don't know if I can wait any longer. My feelings for him had intensified to a terrifying degree this past years and I wondered if he felt the same way or had forgotten about me. In hopes for distracting myself, I brought out my phone and began scrolling down my social media feed. A particular new caught my attention and I clicked on it. It was about Patrick. He was leaving New York to New Orleans in hopes of expanding his company. A smile worked it's way through my face. I was happy for him. He had grown in leaps and bounds since the last time I sa