Prologue
Rayne's POV
I was walking out of the diner. The one he used to take me to. Our initials engraved in the table we always used to sit at. Forever is written underneath, the whole thing outlined by a heart.
I thought it was my imagination, him being here. Maybe because I still wished that he said I love you too. Maybe because I still thought back to that moment, everything I could have said to make him stay. Eight letters, three words that changed it all. That changed everything between us. For better at one time and then for worse as time went on.
But with no such luck It was him.
He walked in with his signature strut. And the outfit that used to and still does drive me wild. His black jeans that fit perfectly to his legs, and his red checkered shirt that I bought him once upon a time. He looked the same. But more grown up. More mature you could say.
He looked around. He didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular, just reminiscing on the past, the same as I had when I walked in just an hour ago.
His eyes found mine, and for a brief moment a look of shock crossed his face, but those hazel eyes stayed calm nonetheless. He started walking over to me. "Hey." he didn't even seem nervous. "Hey, How have you been?" I sound stupid trying to make conversation like that. "Rayne, still beautiful as always." I felt myself blush. "Well, thank you, what brings you back here?" I was genuinely curious "I had a feeling youʻd be here." "hmm, you donʻt say?" "What do you say, one more time, just for old times sake? Letʻs make a bet?" Itʻs been years since I smiled this big. "Letʻs" and the rest is a story for another time.
