When we got closer to the creek, the trail became uneven. I struggled over a large rock and lost my footing. Theo caught me before I fell.

"Why don't you hold my hand—just in case?" he offered.

I accepted his offer with a slight blush. His hand was warm and strong, and I liked touching him.

Finally, we made it down to a secluded area near the rushing water. Tall palm trees covered us and made a perfect spot for us to rest a moment.

After we sat down, he immediately leaned in.

″I forgot how peaceful this was.″

″Yeah, me too. Remember when we used to come here, and talk about life?″

″Yes, I also remember you pushing me over,″ I laughed.

He chortles. ″That's because you deserve it.″

″What?! Are you crazy!" I laughed even harder when he slapped himself on his knee. ″You did that because I won the race.″

″Actually, I won the race, you were a slow runner.″

″Bullshit. You couldn't even catch your breath by the time we got here,″ I laughed again.

″Yeah, yeah, if you say so Stephy,″ He laughed at me and I sighed recalling those moments when we were here in highschool.

His hand brushed over mine, then held it, his eyes never wavering. His touch was magic and heat and electricity—I wanted more of it.

After a moment, I broke the spell and pulled my hand away, but it was clear we had both felt something, the world shifting slightly and changing the energy between us forever.

″Did you ever... stop?″ I questioned him, my voice was soft and I didn't think he'd heard me clear enough.

″Stop what?″

″Thinking about me.″

He scoffed. ″No Stephanie. I never, and I mean ever stopped thinking about you. Why would you think of that?″

″I don't know, ever since Kenny passed away we weren't as close anymore. Plus, when I heard you moved on, it hurt me. I thought to myself that I wasn't going to see you again. Or if I did, you have forgotten about me.″

″Stephanie, No. I never forgot about you. I thought about you almost every single day. I even wrote letters to you just to remind you how much I cared about you.″

″Letters?″

″Yeah, it was part of my grief counseling. My counselor told me to write letters to the people that you care about, and I did. I did for Ken and I also have one to you.″

″But, I never received any of them.″

″Because I've kept them. When you were in my room, I almost had a heart attack because I thought you found them. There in my drawer and I keep them in a small box.″

″Is it okay if I could read them?″

″Yeah, you can stop by tomorrow and grab them.″

″Okay,″ I whispered.

He paused before answering as if trying to find the right words. Instead, he gently brushed my hair then down to my lips.

I placed my head on his broader shoulder and listened to the sound of the waves, crashing down on the shore. I loved it here, being alone with Theo.

It gives me back to those memories we shared in high school. It was so obvious that my feelings towards Theo never went away and I hate to admit that I miss this feeling.

I'm in love with him.

I'm in love with him and I can't believe I've only just realized it.

....

The party was dying slowly, everyone said their goodbyes to one another including me. It was nice hearing from my classmates that they've missed me, and it was good to see me again.

I met up with Julia and Halle and give a final hug. I promised both of them that I'll meet up with them for breakfast tomorrow morning.

Going back to my car, I saw Theo leaning over the side.

″Good night, Theo.′

″Night, Steph,″ he said. As Theo draws closer I feel my heartbeat so hard I fear he'll hear it.

His lips touched my cheek.

Our fingers locked together similar to puzzle pieces. As the soft skin of his mouth left the side of my face, the exact spot where they had come into contact burned and tingled. A hot blazing fire pulsed through me.

A small grin crept onto my face and my cheeks painted themselves rose red. He pulled away silently, but our eyes locked.

''Bye,'' he whispered.

''Bye.''

....

The next morning, I freshened up and left a note on the table for Mitchell and my mom that I'll be out for breakfast.

I promised Mitchell too that I'd spend time with him, helping out for the wedding after the breakfast and pick up the mysterious letters from Theo.

Julia and Halle were both outside of Mel's Diner and they both jumped with joy when I stepped out of the car.

We ate breakfast together and caught up with everything. Halle filled me in with their environmental life. She talked about the zookeeper life and going to South Africa, meeting up with an organization that helps out the wildlife.

Julia fills me up with her life and showed me some pictures on her phone, the places she has traveled to. She said her goal was to visit Brazil by Christmas and stay there until the new year.

After the breakfast talk, I said goodbye to the girls and head over to Theo's house again, to pick up those mystery letters.

My mind wanders off just thinking about what he could've said to me in those letters. What were the things he wanted to say to me to my face? What held him back from sending them to me?

When I parked by the house, I closed the door behind me then walked towards the steps. I ring the doorbell several times and took a step back, heaving a huge sigh.

The door opens it was a woman standing over cradling her pregnant belly.

My brows arched, puzzledly. I looked at her face and try to put the pieces together of this young woman. She was the same height as me with brown wavy hair and beautiful ocean-blue eyes.

''Stephanie? Stephanie Clark?'' She said.

''Yes?''

''It's me, Vanessa.''

''Vanessa?''

You mean, Vanessa. Vanessa Taylor. Australian, and happens to be Theo's ex-girlfriend. Who's legitimately pregnant?

This should be interesting.