Carson’s P.O.V
Addie and I had been sitting at the café for three hours, even though she said she was going home about two hours ago. I was glad she never though, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. I think we both lost track of time, just talking and catching up with each other’s lives. I miss our three-hour-long conversations at night time that we used to have, every night she wasn’t with me; we talked for hours. I don’t know what we talked about, everything and anything really because none of us wanted to say goodbye.
“What about you, Addie, anyone special in your life?” I asked.
“Nope,” She said, something tells me she never wanted to go into any more detail about it.
I decided to leave it at that, plus I don’t think I could cope with hearing her talk about another man. Knowing anot
