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| The party was in full swing, people were gathered everywhere. “Your Song” by Elton John was filling up the room, but didn’t cover the murmuring of people’s voices. I smiled at the man across the room, not only were his green eyes smiling back at me, but he was too. I started to cross the room when I froze in my spot, my smile melting off my face. Of all people I wanted to see, he was not one of them. He shyly stared at me, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants. I glanced at Wes, his green eyes stared back at me in confusion, and I sighed inwardly. I gave him a reassuring smile and walked towards the boy smiling shyly at me. “Outside.” I said as I passed him. “Sarah. .” he trailed off once we were outside in the late fall air. “What are you doing here?” I snapped. “I-I uh, I came to see you.” He stuttered. “Leave.” I replied, pointing towards where cars were lined up one after the other. “I just, I need to say something.” He was chewing on his lips, as he struggled with his words. “Please-“ “I love you, Sarah.” He yelled over me, cutting me off. “Don’t.” “Don’t do what?” He asked, his eyes were filled with sheer desperation. I looked around me, and down the empty sidewalk. The trees were stripped of colour, and most of the leaves now adorned the ground waiting to be stepped on. “This. Don’t do this Vince. I’m-“ “Getting married. .I know.” He whispered. “Just leave.” I said. “I can’t. You know I could never actually leave.” He sighed. Remember your first love? The one who you let go, because it seemed right. Because you wanted only the best for them, and by breaking it off that was the best thing? That was what I did for Vince. He was always more than the small town we grew up in, he was smart, he was better. And he knew it. He always knew it. A few years passed by, and I moved on. I met a new boy, who was made for small towns, who had dreams of making it work here. “But you did.” “You made me.” “Because I knew you were better! You were always better than small town life; you had dreams and goals! Towns like these don’t let dreams like yours exist!” I yelled at him. I was pretty sure we had drawn a crowd to the window. “Then come with me.” He replied, after a few moments of silence. “This isn’t high school any more, Vincent. This is real life. I have a job, I have a life here, a fiancé.” “Do you love him?” He asked me, not allowing me to look away. “Of course I do.” “Let me rephrase that for you Sarah, are you in love with him?” Vince asked. “Yes.” I replied, not skipping a beat. “Why?” “Just go.” I replied, avoiding his question. | ||||||
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