Prologue
Veronica’s P.O.V
Maybe that's just the way life is, it takes away the things we so desperately hold on to. We learn to build some sort of endurance to the things that have once left us broken. Like the times we were so overwhelmed in disbelief thinking I'd never get over it. Or the simple ways where we slowly begin to forget the pain, where our mind begins to stray away from all the words that sting or the memories that stubbornly linger.
After many years of constant yearning for a better life, life places the one person I hoped I'd never see again. It's stupid, the impact people have on us. The way they mark you in ways that are unexplainable, making sure you never forget them. Leaving scars on your heart, marking your survival. As a souvenir you get to carry with you internally.
What's funny is, I haven't thought of him in so long.
I had promised to treat myself better, to stop tormenting myself on the what if scenarios that have haunted me since the moment he began drifting away.
But somehow, as the snow begins to fall, I feel him pulling me towards him, almost magnetically. He stands before me, luring me in with his brown eyes. His eyes are wide, is it shock? He stares at me as if he were seeing a ghost. Maybe he is, I made sure to bury the girl he fell in love with all those years ago. He doesn't know the new me yet. Were only a few feet away, staring at each other as if it were some sort of contest, the shop lights glisten against his face. Not a shiver in sight, his eyebrows are slightly raised, there's a recent scar on the side of his cheek. His face is older, I wonder if he's examining me in the same way.
My heart beats against my chest, no, it bangs against my ribcage, Begging to be heard. Life has a funny way of making sure you meet the very person you hoped you'd never see again. I want to laugh, or cry. Even worse, I want to run into his arms. I want to forget the pain he put me through, I want to feel his hands smoothening my long wavy hair. But this isn't a fairytale, this is just a simple coincidence. Running into Theo was the last thing on my mind and yet here I am, running into him in our hometown I've tried so hard to run away from. Reminding me of how we once fell like snowflakes all those years ago. Slowly, then all at once. Until we drifted so far apart I swore my feelings had melted.
I have a feeling this isn't fate..
