Chapter 32: Riverwalk

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Alison POV:
I buy a ticket, and get on the next flight out to San Antonio.

Emily told me where her dad was stationed, so I know exactly where I'm going.

After 4.5 agonizing hours, I've finally landed.

The only things I had on me were my phone, wallet, purse, and clothes.

But in my purse I have my wallet, money, credit cards, gift cards, coupons, Chapstick, makeup, a brush, a nail file, and gum. So I'm good.

It's 2 AM, and I have to get a hotel.

[...]

I wake up in the morning, and go down to the lobby.

I get a waffle and eat quickly before checking out.

I stayed at a hotel on the riverwalk, so I have something to do.

I spend the day walking around and looking at all of the shops. I even went on a boat tour of the riverwalk.

I eat lunch at some Mexican Restaurant, and continue walking around.

I wonder how much of a loser I look like.

Wearing yesterday's outfit, and walking around aimlessly, since I don't know my way around this place whatsoever.

I walk up the stairs to one of the bridges, and put my arms out to either side of me.

I look over the riverwalk, taking in the scenery and admiring the view.

It's truly beautiful and amazing.

So many people, lots of kids.

Laughter fills my ears, and the sounds of singing from one of the restaurants.

I smile, and take in a deep breath.

I could live here.

Emily POV:
"Stef! Stop!" I laugh.

(A/N imagine Stef as Sarah Hyland from Modern Family)

She giggles, and wipes ice cream on my nose.

"Oh my god! Stef!" I shriek.

"Oops. Sorry." She says sarcastically with a laugh.

We're walking around at the riverwalk, buying a bunch of crap we don't need, and eating junk food.

We walk up the steps to one of the bridges and there's a blonde standing there, looking over the river.

Her blonde hair is curled, and I can smell Alison's perfume on her.

Strawberry.

If I weren't mistaken, I'd say she was...

"Alison?" I call out as the blonde turns around to face Stef and me.

"Emily..."

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