He had fallen love with that girl. Twice.
He reached for his phone and stared at the new text from Zahra.
. That’s all it said. He hovered his thumb over the call button, and nearly jumped as a new text from his boss came in.
‘Christian, we’re relocating ourselves over to Havensford. The plane tickets are booked for next Friday. I’ll email you the details.’
Christian rested his head in his hands. He didn’t know what to do.
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Z: It has nothing to do with you.
C: Then what is it? Tell me what’s going on. Why can’t you just explain!
Z: Stop it. Just go. Leave. It’ll make this easier.
C: Fine. I’m leaving town tonight anyway. I left something on the table for you. Bye.
Zahra flung the bathroom door open and stepped out into the hall, her heart was pounding in her chest and tears were streaming down her face. Her phone that was gripped tightly in her hand, read the words, Bye Christian. I love you. It was unsent.
6:45. The tattoo had appeared on her wrist. Christian’s tattoo. It was a sun, with ocean waves inside it. She traced the outline of the tattoo and glanced down to look at her bare ankle. The dead rose. A haunting reminder that she would never be beautiful.
She sat down on her bed, with her head in her hands. Her white dress was pristine, until the tears began to fall.
How could I let myself fall in love so easily?
I can’t do this. I can’t.
Doubt, fear and anxiety swarmed in her head, it was slowly building up like a tidal wave about to hit the beach.
7:20. Her phone lit up.
Where are you? I’m waiting inside.
The wave hit the beach.
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Zahra stood in front of Sapphire, hesitant to go in. Her eyes searched the restaurant, Christian was gone. Her eyes glazed over as she spotted a black sketchbook sitting on a table, and that table was Table 8. She pushed the door open, ignoring the young lady who greeted her and rushed to the table, opening the sketchbook carefully. Her eyes widened as she recognised the sketches. The sketchbook was filled with the drawings that she saw 6 years ago on that train. She flipped to the last drawing that she saw, tears escaping her eyes as she continued to turn the pages. She saw herself, 6 years ago, with short hair sitting on the 5:00 train, legs sprawled and arms wide. She exhaled a laugh through her tears and fought back more as she spotted the dead rose, sitting there on her ankle. The angle was wrong, it was placed too far on the left, but it was identical to hers. There was no way he could’ve just seen it so clearly, she was wearing socks that day. Then it hit her… Christian had her tattoo. Christian fell in love with her. She turned to the next page¬¬¬, it was empty, apart from a small note scribbled in tiny