Mabel
I looked down at our intertwined hands. He held my hand so tightly with no intention of letting me go. Neither did I want him to let me go so I put effort into the hold. It felt so surreal to see him. I knew that someday in our lives we would eventually meet again. Countless sleepless nights I imagined what I would say to him after leaving him with a mere crappy goodbye letter. I wanted to ask how he was. Was he okay? Or did he suffer as much as I did for not being close to me?
I almost went crazy but the thought of one day being able to see him and everything I wanted kept me sane.
He suddenly stood up without letting go with his handsome smile. I simply just stared at him like an i***t in love and stood up.
" Let's get out of here," he says and I just complied and he led us
