*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"Are you freaking serious, Syd? You don't remember a thing?" My best friend asked me, and I looked at my cousin and Emma, who were eager to hear my answer.I nodded and shook my head, and they all looked surprised and worried at the same time. What is the matter with them?"Syd, are you sure? Don't you remember OJ? Oh, my ghost!" Kevin asked and gasped when I just sheepishly smiled at him and shook my head in response, and Emma rubbed her nape.I turned my gaze to Vidia, and she took a deep breath while looking so troubled. "We should call the doctor again," Vid suggested, and I raised an eyebrow."Why? He just examined me." I asked and tried to sit, but I couldn't as I could feel extreme pain from my casted left arm and my upper right back."Nope. We need to know the diagnosis. If we need you to be examined again, we should. How can you forget? You forgot her?" Vid insisted and was about to make her signature move of walking back and forth whenever she's f
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---It's the night of the 5th of April, and we all were trying to make plans as I can finally be discharged tomorrow. And we can go home to LA."So… if we get home, we all heard what the doctor said, right? Sydney needs to rest more at home. About two or more weeks. Damn, especially that broken arm of yours. Don't worry. We will be assisting you with everything you need." Vidia explained, and Emma raised a hand and voiced out her concern."Yeah! I strongly agree that we should just live with you since your homies still can't fly. I know you can't do everything all alone, like usual. You need hands—lots of hands, girl. And OJ's can't be counted yet. You both need to wait for quite some time to be using your hands for specific purposes. Don't look at me like that, Sydney, because what I mean is not that one you have in your green mind. You, you need your left hand to heal so that you can paint or write sh*ts, and OJ… she can't touch anything yet without her physic
---""Hi! It's been a year, isn't it? Did you miss me? I missed you. And I know you missed me, too." I greeted her with a bright smile as I stood before her, and I slipped my hands inside my jacket's pockets after I handed her the bouquet in my hold. These are her favorite roses, and I know how much she loves them.It's a cold day in late spring, and it's a beautiful afternoon. It has been my favorite season because I love seeing the trees around me have their leaves and flowers bloom, but it changed somehow.I moistened my lips and looked around, letting out a sigh."Look, I know you are upset, but... I just want to say I am so sorry that I didn't make it here for your birthday seven months ago. I got lots of sh*ts going on lately that need to be taken care of. Don't worry. I'll make it up to you soon. I will do my best. I have a lot of time because I will spend my whole summer here. So... that means I can visit you here every single day until I get back home." I explained, and I tru
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---"Goodbye, for now, Mom! Make sure to really come to my birthday. Because if you won't, then... Then I will not... I will not be your baby girl anymore. I mean it. You really need to come." I told my mother as she helped me sit in my wheelchair when I got down from her car."Of course, sweetheart! I wouldn't miss it. I'll be there before you know it." She replied and pushed me near where my father's private jet was."Alright! You will be my best present, Mom. I wouldn't ask for more by then. Just be there, and I'll be the happiest girl in town." I rejoiced and waved at Dad as I saw him get down from the aircraft to help me out.When Dad got near us, he kissed me on my head and gave Mom a warm hug, and they talked for a while before their attention turned to me.It's quite saddening witnessing our family split up, but it would be hard on each of them if they stayed together without feeling love for one another. Yet it's pretty amazing how both parties fo
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"Yow, Sydney! I have a question. Don't get this wrong, aight? It's just a question or a suggestion. Just out of curiosity." Grace called me and asked, and I turned my swivel chair to look at her sitting comfortably on my bed beside her girlfriend, who was busy munching some popcorn.I raised an eyebrow in response to tell her to go on, and she grinned. Let me bet. I strongly know this will be about OJ again. There was nothing that this person asked me that the girl I adore wasn't mentioned."Well... You do know that OJ will be home finally later from Chicago. What if... What if you just... tell OJ everything... the whole truth? You know... your journey together, the things you did for her, everything you did together while she's still out of her body, what you feel, that you're girlfriends, and... all of it. Maybe she can remember, even just a bit." She suggested and looked so serious while Emma stopped shoving pieces of popcorn in her mouth to look at me an
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---Monday came. It's the first time I'm going back to the academy after about a month of absence. It was an absence to do something I know I will forever be grateful for and will never regret.I had spent almost my whole day taking quizzes and exams in the empty detention room near the Principal's Office. It's absolutely tedious, but I have to do this if I want to catch up with the lessons of my classmates. I'm super happy I wouldn't need to take summer classes if I could pass these quizzes and exams.I was currently answering the final two items of my last exam for today when an unfamiliar student suddenly came in and handed me a small piece of paper. She didn't say anything and left the room. That's so weird.I looked at what was written on the paper in my hold, and I blinked to read it clearly."Meet me at the bench fronting the library. 3:30 PM.""What and who the hell are you?" I muttered and thought of who might this be, and the first person that came int
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"Uh... Hi!" I nervously greeted her, and I saw her smile at me. Oh, gosh, I missed that smile... so much."Why are you looking at me like that, Roswell? You seem like you've seen a ghost. Well, surprise, biatch, I'm still alive and kicking. But I can't kick my left leg yet." She said and chuckled, and I softly laughed with her."Yeah... No, I mean... Uh, it's so nice to see you again. I'm glad you're alright." I stammered and finally got the right words to say, but I am still feeling so anxious now."Ooh, so you are trying to say that you missed me, huh?" She remarked while grinning, and I let out a scoff."Hell no!""Really? I mean... Why would you miss me, right? I know I am not missable. Is that even a word? Because you aren't, too." She replied and acted quite mean, and I chuckled. You have no freaking idea how much I missed you, Mi Amor."Well, it's good that you know," I answered and regretted it right after as I realized we were back to being what we w
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---The tears formed in her warm blue eyes finally fell as she looked at me in disbelief, and I sweetly smiled at her in response."I missed you, Syd. There's not been a day, an hour, a minute that you won't cross my mind and dreams." I confessed and bit my lower lip to hold my emotions and not cry."I thought at first that it was just all... normal dreams, bad dreams, and nightmares. But I deeply know it might be not. And here we are. I'm so glad to see you again." I continued and brought my left hand to her face to wipe her tears away, and she cried more. Oh, no, she's in her vulnerable mode again. I clearly remembered those times she cried so much for me. Nonetheless, all the tears and sacrifices she spent on our journey together were given justice as we won the fight we fought. I cannot be here right now if not because of her and her stubborn but optimistic ass. And, of course, with the help of her ever-supportive friends.I chuckled when she asked,