chapter twenty one.

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8 years later

Jonathan's POV:

It was a lonely Friday in NYC. And if there was something lonelier than NYC Fridays, it would be NYC bars.

Bars full of boring, lonely, empty people. Even though I was 30, sometimes I would come here to observe. After I was done with my beer, I realized that I had dropped my phone somewhere.

After a few minutes of searching, I saw it near a chair. And someone was sitting there.

Yeah, fuck my life. I went down to get my wallet quickly, and then I realized something.

Moles.

Same as Sarah's.

Sarah.

It was the name I forbade myself to think about after we stopped seeing each other.

Since she deleted herself off social media again, I didn't get any news from her.

But sometimes, when I smelled someone using her perfume, everything would flash through my mind again.

But nothing would be equal to her real, angelic smell.

Or her long, dark hair.

Or her giggle.

Or her soft voice.

Or her dark brown eyes.

"Sarah?" I ask.

"Pharsyde" starts playing.

She looks at me.

She does not look angry or aggressive like our first meeting.

She is soft.

She has balayage in her long, dark hair.

She is wearing a lot of jewelry.

She has a very expensive watch.

"Jonathan?" she asks. She seems happy to see me.

I ask her how she is, and she starts telling me about her life.

She's a NYC resident now. She is also a successful CEO.

She's now healed. She's not the scared girl I met.

We talk and laugh all night.



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