Chloé
My mom sent a text saying that our passports and new I.D.’s are ready. I thought I had more time with brown eyes. These last few weeks had been amazing, and I knew that it was temporary, but the problem was that I was hooked. I was drunk on brown eyes and I liked being with him.
I can be vulnerable around him. I can be myself around him and, most importantly, I can let my walls down with him. I have never done that with anyone, not even with Scrub.
This was my plan all along, right? To leave and never come back, not letting my emotions get in the way. I was dead set on it, but now everything was falling into place and I feel so…so what? I don’t want to leave brown eyes. I think I’m falling for him. I don’t want to feel this way, but I can’t help it.
“W-what?” Scrub stammered,
