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James
Isabel.
She's still as beautiful as I remember her. Just a little bit taller and thicker than I left her. Oh, and her chest. What a massive change on that side.
I haven't seen her for years since I left the country. I came back a few years ago but the guilt and shame eating me up couldn't let me call her. Even though that's all I could think about. Even though I had gotten her number from one of her sister's friends. I couldn't bring myself to dial the number.
I have a studio in Foxton but I've not been living in the town in fear of bumping into Isabel. I didn't want her to suffer the painful memories of the past. I knew she hated me and bumping into me would be too much for her. I had been stalking her on social media for a few months now and she seemed so happy
