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Just a few buildings up the street from the pawn shop Ian was visiting, Sonora sat drinking a cup of coffee at the coffee shop. It was a small restaurant, less than fifteen tables on the inside and four on the sidewalk in front of the large windows that faced the street. 

Inside, the large seating area was broken up with some couches and chairs to create a homey appeal, and the smell of roasted coffee and sweet treats added to the illusion. The restaurant was slow this time of the day, and other then the customers that took their orders to go, Sonora had the place practically to herself. Only one other table was taken by a couple of mom's that chatted as their babies slept in their strollers.

Sonora sat at her table alone, her laptop opened in front of her as she finished a college assignment. She chewed her lip as she brainstormed the perfect sentence to end her latest paper. Why is the last sentence always the hardest?

She had to laugh at herself. This is what she'd wanted, to go to college, so she couldn't complain. Sure, most days waiting tables may be easier than writing her thousandth paper, but it wouldn't get her what she needed in the long run.

What I need to do, is tell my family that I'm taking these courses. Then I can openly study at home and not be distracted by every tiny thing around me.

Sonora hated lying to her family, but that is what she had to do to explain her time away from home. After two years, it was getting old, had got old, long ago. And it made her feel guilty. More often than not, she just tried to sneak out of the house just in case they would ask her what she was doing that day. It distanced her from her family. Morning walks with her grandfather, as well as, breakfast with her family were regulated to when she could talk about her day. Still, there were so many other times she had to cover for or avoid talking about. She wished she could just fess up.

But she couldn't. Sonora had tested it out just last night by saying she was checking out the classes again. The panic on her mother's face had almost been comical, and the speed in which she explained there was still no money for college was just sad. So Sonora had bit her lips and kept silent. At least she could talk to Sierra about it.

Sonora sighed and pulled her eyes away from the computer screen. She rubbed them then took a sip of her coffee before turning her gaze to the large store window. From here, she could see the ocean just beyond the buildings across the street.

It's really kickin' up today. I wonder—no, you don't wonder.

But even as she berated herself, she did wonder how he was doing. Had he moved on from her? She hoped so. She hoped that he had been exaggerating the whole Intended thing. That he would find someone else and live a happy life in his underwater kingdom with a bunch of little underwater children.

A picture of them came to mind as they ran around the living room of his home. Half of them were grey-eyed, dark-haired boys and the other half were girls, that looked just like her.

Sonora raised her hands to cover her face. This is what happened whenever she thought about him, and she thought about him way more then she should. Somehow it always twisted around to him and her. It's why she hadn't stepped foot in this part of the ocean for the last two years.

She wasn't sure what she would do.

Of course, she couldn't swim all the way to where he lived. She didn't even actually know exactly where he lived. But there was one thing she'd had to admit to herself since she left. If he had given her some way to contact him, she wasn't sure that she would be sitting here at this coffee shop right now.

She might have gone back.

Sonora let her mind wander about what life would've been like with him for just a few minutes before stopping herself.

And this is why dating never works for me. I'm stuck on a mythological man. And who is going to measure up to him?

Sonora watched the flow of the pedestrians outside the window. She imagined seeing an overly tall, broad form walking along with the others. Almost heard, the little, old-fashioned bell on the door jiggle as he walked in and caught sight of her.

Sonora startled when she realized the bell had actually sounded. She tensed. Her head whipped toward the door. A nerdy looking young man pushed open the door with his elbow as he adjusted his glasses, a computer case slung over his shoulder.

All the tension left her, and she leaned on the table. What would she have done anyway? The same problems faced them. The feelings, the connection he claimed to have for her was too overwhelming. And she would have to leave her whole life up here. It might not seem like much to an outsider, but it was hers. Just walking away, never seeing her family again, was too much.

Stop, stop, stop, stop! It doesn't matter now. It's never going to matter again.

Angry that she had allowed her mind to wander about this yet again, Sonora picked up her bag and shoved her computer into it before heading out the door. She knew she might as well go home, she wasn't going to get any more work done today.

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