It was never HER.
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If time were to be recorded in a form of a book, Lauren cannot deny that her book about her and Ezekiel will never be a quarter of her whole life. They may have spent their childhood together, but everything beyond that point was never considerable as ‘together’—especially when his eyes grew tired and cold of life, eventually giving her no time to write a piece of herself in his book, and mention his name in hers.
She knew nothing about his life past the point of his twelfth birthday, and only her sweet heart that wishes for him to come back to her gives her the hope that they are still the same. But when he returned, the fact that he never called her ‘Raine’, and the fact that he denied her invitation to visit an art museum together, are more than enough to sha
