When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

55; Notes, unexpected visits, and bad news

We took a chance

God knows we tried

Yet all along, I knew we'd be fine

So pour me a drink

Oh love, let's split the night wide open and we'll see everything

We can live in love in slow motion, motion, motion

So kiss me where I lay down, my hands press to your cheeks

A long way from the playground

I have loved you since we were 18

Long before we both thought the same thing

To be loved and to be in love

And all I can do is say that these arms are made for holding you, ooh

And I wanna love like you made me feel

When we were 18

When we were 18

Oh lord, when we were 18

Kiss me where I lay down, my hands press to your cheeks

A long way from the playground

I have loved you since we were 18

Long before we both thought the same thing

To be loved and to be in love

And all I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you

I want a love like you made me feel

When we were 18

I want a love like you made me feel

When we were 18

I want a love like you made me feel

When we were 18

I just stare at the paper for a while, and I don't really realise that my hands are shaking as I grip the paper as tightly as I can possibly can. I reread it, over and over. It make my heart ache, my head hurt. I feel tears prick in my eyes as this feeling arises within me. One I was fighting so hard to lose forever.

Suddenly a knock comes at my door, shaking me out of my deep thought. "Violet?" Liam's voice floats through the door. "You ready, love?"

I quickly reach up and wipe my eyes, stuffing the piece of paper into my jean pocket. "U-Uh, yeah. Just a minute!" I call back. I grab my jacket and handbag before combing my hair with my fingers and spraying on some perfume. I then open the door and meet a smiling Liam on the other side, dressed immaculately in his dress shirt and pants. I feel like such a drag beside him.

"Hey." He grins, leaning in to kiss me gently. "You look great."

I can tell his tone is forced, and I just decide to ignore it. Him and I both know I don't 'look great' at all.