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A/N: It's got another POV switch. Thanx you guys so much for all ur support throughout this whole story.
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Okay, this just happens to be the worst possible situation right now. As we're leaving the coffee shop, I look back just to make sure everyone's with us, when I see him. He's ordering something from the counter. How did I stay in this place so long without seeing him?
How did he not see me?
I guess I wasn't really looking for him.
But, sure enough, there he is. Susan sees him too and I can tell she's just dying to call out his name and make him look over here. That's just how Susan is. But we all know that.
What should I do?
Should I go over there?
Probably.
Am I gonna go over there?
Probably not.
I look at Susan for a little help. Of course she's already running her eyes back and forth, from him to me, trying in her own special way, to get me to go over there. I look at her and shake my head. There is no way I'm going over there. And she's nodding 'oh, yes you are!'
" Mommy? What are we doing?" I look down at Brandon. His eyes are wide and giving me a questioning stare.
"Uh, nothing, sweetie, let's go." I take his hand and start out the door.
"Abby?"
Oh my God. I'm not ready. I can't see him now. I can't explain it to him now.
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The coffee is good here. It's a lot better than that dump, Doc Magoo's. But the place is different. There are no memories here. Nothing to reminisce about.
I've been thinking a lot about her lately. More so than usual, I guess. I think of the good times, and the bad times too. But I can't stay hooked on those too long or I get upset. Probably because it's been about three years since I lost her. The only good thing in my life. The only thing worth living for. Abby.
I haven't gone out with another woman in that time. And that's probably because no other woman can live up to the standards Abby has set. And also because I don't want anyone else.
I really wish she would come back. I could make everything right. Fix things. I have it all planned out. But it doesn't seem like she's ever gonna come home.
And I love her. I don't think I ever told her, but I do. I really, really do.
My coffee comes, and I'm pulled out of my daydream. As I pay for it, I hear a familiar sound. I turn to see her standing by the door. With her, is Susan and a little kid. And that's not Susan's kid.
I study her for a second, just to make sure I'm not losing my mind here. She takes the little boy's hand and starts to head out the door.
I can't stand it. "Abby?"
She turns around and our eyes meet for the first time in three years.
Don't forget to review. I know this one's real short, but the next chapter will be longer. I promise.
A/N: It's got another POV switch. Thanx you guys so much for all ur support throughout this whole story.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Okay, this just happens to be the worst possible situation right now. As we're leaving the coffee shop, I look back just to make sure everyone's with us, when I see him. He's ordering something from the counter. How did I stay in this place so long without seeing him?
How did he not see me?
I guess I wasn't really looking for him.
But, sure enough, there he is. Susan sees him too and I can tell she's just dying to call out his name and make him look over here. That's just how Susan is. But we all know that.
What should I do?
Should I go over there?
Probably.
Am I gonna go over there?
Probably not.
I look at Susan for a little help. Of course she's already running her eyes back and forth, from him to me, trying in her own special way, to get me to go over there. I look at her and shake my head. There is no way I'm going over there. And she's nodding 'oh, yes you are!'
" Mommy? What are we doing?" I look down at Brandon. His eyes are wide and giving me a questioning stare.
"Uh, nothing, sweetie, let's go." I take his hand and start out the door.
"Abby?"
Oh my God. I'm not ready. I can't see him now. I can't explain it to him now.
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The coffee is good here. It's a lot better than that dump, Doc Magoo's. But the place is different. There are no memories here. Nothing to reminisce about.
I've been thinking a lot about her lately. More so than usual, I guess. I think of the good times, and the bad times too. But I can't stay hooked on those too long or I get upset. Probably because it's been about three years since I lost her. The only good thing in my life. The only thing worth living for. Abby.
I haven't gone out with another woman in that time. And that's probably because no other woman can live up to the standards Abby has set. And also because I don't want anyone else.
I really wish she would come back. I could make everything right. Fix things. I have it all planned out. But it doesn't seem like she's ever gonna come home.
And I love her. I don't think I ever told her, but I do. I really, really do.
My coffee comes, and I'm pulled out of my daydream. As I pay for it, I hear a familiar sound. I turn to see her standing by the door. With her, is Susan and a little kid. And that's not Susan's kid.
I study her for a second, just to make sure I'm not losing my mind here. She takes the little boy's hand and starts to head out the door.
I can't stand it. "Abby?"
She turns around and our eyes meet for the first time in three years.
Don't forget to review. I know this one's real short, but the next chapter will be longer. I promise.