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"So,

how did it go?" he asked, dragging my feet to the seat next to him, | plopped my a**down. "Horribly, beautifully,

good and bad. Take your pick."

"What did he say?" he pushed on, both curious and worried.

"He said he was an idiot which he is but he also toldhe couldn't letslip through their fingers and that is

why he hired the private investigator to find me. Apparently, they had been searching for someone for years and

| was the first one they had all taken an interest

I thought back to what he had said and a bittersweet smile rested on my lips. The notion that they 13:54 Fri,

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had felt a connection tothe second they sawwas like every girl's dream. When Riccardo had said that,

my heart had gone into high gear and | had practically swooned. These few days, | had been far from unaffected

by their words. It meant a lot toto hear how Marshall was willing to quit the job he loved before his last

semester was up. And my heart warmed when Kingston used his words to express himself even when | knew

there was a tragic reason behind the fact that he hated to talk. It madecry when Riccardo was willing to

shoulder all the blso his friends could be spared even if it meant us being together without him. He had

practically beggedto give his friends a second chance but he hadn't asked the sfor himself.

| filled Andy in on my conversation with Riccardo, just like | had done yesterday after | had met up with Marshall

and Kingston. It felt good to share it with someone, it helped sort out my own thoughts and feelings. "Choose

whatever makes you happy, girly. You don't owe them a thing but you owe it to yourself to make the choice that

is right for you." He said as he patted my knee.

"You know my thoughts about this."

I did know, he was on my team all the way but he had also said he believed they would never betray my trust

again. | didn't understand why he was so confident about that but he was.

"It is not an easy decision to make, what if | forgive them but it happens again? Or if | don't and | will end up

regretting it?"

"I know it it is not easy, baby girl

"You are right." | signed.

| but you can't continue to think about the what ifs. If you search hard enough, you will always find something to

be uncertain about. Sleep on it, right now you are emotionally exhausted and no one can think straight in that

state."

"Do we have any ice cream left?" | asked, my appetite for food was practically gone but | caved to anything

sugary.

"Choose a movie for us and | will go get you a bowl." He walked to the kitchen and got us both a bowl of vanilla

flavored ice cream and topped mine off with peanut, just the way I liked it.

"Thank you," I smiled at him before scrolling through Netflix.

In the end, | picked a movie. | needed something less romantic and more filled right now. We spent the

evening watching two individual movies. On the third, | got so tired and went to bed early and fell asleep to the

sound of him chuckling from the living room as he continued the comedy movies we had picked out for our third

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My thoughts went back to them like it always did, in the weeks that | had known them, they had taken over my

entire mind and if | could admit it to myself, they had taken over my whole heart

as well. That was why what they had done cutso deep because | hadn't just trusted them, 1 had fallen for

them too. What if Andy was right. If | searched hard enough, | would always find something to worry about next.

What if they hurtagain? What if | would never be able to trust them like | had once done? What if | decided

to let them go and then regret it for the rest of my life? There were so many things | could second-guess about

and | would never get an answer to them until | made up my mind.

Instead of what if, | focused on what I truly wanted. Did | want them gone or did | want to give them a second

chance and work through this? | deep dived into my feelings and analyzed each one of them, trying to find out

which one of those options appealed the most to me. A smile tugged on my lips as | realized my answer and it

was like a weight lifted off my shoulders when | knew what | was going to choose. Decision making always did

that to me, it weigheddown even the smallest thing but when | finally made up my mind, | was a hundred

percent sure and felt a hundred times lighter.

The intebuzzed to life, bringingout of my overactive brain. Walking to the door, | pressed down on the

intethat would allowto speak. "Who Who is it?" | asked.

"I have a delivery for one Miss Angelia Hartwell?" A woman asked through the speaker.

Puzzled, | told her | would be down to collect it. What was this about a delivery? I couldn't stop wondering about

it as | went down the two flights of stairs and opened the door. | didn't even notice the woman as my eyes zeroed

in on the massive bouquet she was holding. It was a beautiful mixture of white, red and blue but mainly lavender

colored flowers. My breath caught as she handed it to me. "Can you sign on this tablet?" She asked, offering me

a pen and | did as she asked. Then she

walked away.

Breathing in the scent of the bouquet, a small smile rested on my lips. | had an idea or three on who sent this to