Keely's POV
She was still doodling his name constantly in her notebooks and on her folders.
She was still waiting by his old locker, only to find it wasn't his anymore.
She sat up late at night and composed songs on guitar for him.
She made up scenarios in her head, about how he had never left, and they could've graduated together, went to the same college, eventually got married, and would have 2 children named Desiree and Phil Junior.
His voice still lingered in her thoughts. She felt like he was still there with her, just silently observing.
She hadn't dated other guys. Sure, a few had asked her out over the year, but she kindly turned them down.
She still had friends, but didn't get close to any of them like with him.
She now preferred to stay at home for school functions, since she didn't have him right by her side.
She quit doing the H.G. Wells morning news.
Sometimes she walked by his still empty house, sat on the front porch, and cried.
Sometimes she could even feel his kiss on her lips, and the warmth of his hugs.
She had a salt shaker hidden under the floorboards of her room.
She had fallen apart ever since Phil Diffy left.
Three years had passed, and not much has changed for Keely Teslow. She felt frozen in time. She felt that her life would soon pick up where it left off when Phil would return. She had been waiting three years, and she still had hope.
Ever since Phil left, nothing felt the same. Everything she did, she did with a half-hearted effort. The girl who used to be so bubbly and outgoing, was now boring and depressed.
It had been three years since he left, and she still felt frozen in time. All she needed was her Prince to break the spell...