Seventy-Seven: Breathe Again.

The winds rustled through the trees, tricking up Sofia’s nose as she held her hands a cup of coffee. Her eyes were bright and there was a smile across her face, he was there.

Theodore.

And in that moment, she recalled the very first day they spent here, that she was battling with the first chapter of her book and he told her the story of the Salem witches while at it. By now, she wasn’t still sure she believed that story but it had truly been a long time since then.

And a lot had happened, if only she knew then half the things that were going to go down, including kissing Theo and the excruciating love triangle but most of all, that she would marry the man of her dreams, Oscar. And Theo and herself would be back as the best of friends.

Then in about two years, they’d be sitting on these very chairs, recounting almost everything they whilst sharing laughs. It would be a normal day but it wasn’t.

No matter how much she wished it was, there was always that dawning thought of Oscar and