Callie is a creative writing student whose final assignment is forcing her to relive a past relationship.
With a surprise homecoming from the hero of her story, her past and present collide.
Can she resist the boy she’s longed for all this time, or will she admit he’s the forever in her heart?
Twelve. That was the age I was when I first saw him. My angel. A fantasy that had never fully manifested itself inside my young mind finally realized. A secret dream for my future given flesh and turned reality.
The afternoon sunlight had cast a glow around his head, illuminating his golden hair. I’d always believed in signs and this was the only one I needed. My immature perception of the world may have been skewed, but in those first few moments, I planned out my entire life.
It was weeks before I learned the boy’s name, Darren. Weeks after that that I finally saw him again. Slowly, cautiously we became friends. He was two years older, which explained why I’d never noticed him around before. My fragile conception of fate was solidified by his air of sophistication.
Our friendship blossomed. From casual encounters, to near-daily telephone conversations. There were no subjects that were off-limits, no filter to any of the crazy thoughts that popped into either of our heads. He was my safety, my sanctuary, the one place I never questioned where I belonged....
Callie ripped the page from her notebook. What was this? Crap. Utter crap. She couldn’t turn this dribble into her professor. This was her final assignment before she would receive her creative writing degree, not some diary where she refused to admit to the truth, even if most of it was, in fact, centered in reality.
She had been thirteen, getting ready to enter high school as a freshman. Maybe some would say the age was close enough so as not to matter, but to her that one year felt like the largest lie she’d ever told herself. After all, how else would this older boy ever get her attention?
It shouldn’t matter, she told herself, but it did. To her, that one line distorted the facts of everything else she’d penned. Made the truth seem more like fantasy. There had been a halo shining down over his head that day. She remembered it with picture-perfect clarity. He’d never seen her watching from the crack in the curtains, but she’d been there mesmerizing the lines in his face, the structure of his body.
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