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And I wouldn’t feel anything.

Not for years to come.

Chapter 16

Creedence

Year One - Age 21

I cried myself to sleep that night.

Me – I miss you.

No reply.

Year Two - Age 22

“Come out with us, Cree! It’ll be fun,” my roommate said.

I shook my head at her and smiled, “Y’all go have a good time.”

She looked at the picture I had of Ripper and me and smiled a soft smile.

Me – I love you.

No reply.

Year Three - Age 23

I sat glued in front of the television as they showed things going on over there.

My heart leapt when I thought I saw him... but it wasn’t him.

He wasn’t six foot four.

He wasn’t two hundred and thirty pounds.

His hair wasn’t dark enough.

His green eyes weren’t mossy enough.

Year Four - Age 24

Me – I love you. Wherever you are. I hope you know that.

No reply.

Year Five - Age 25

“I’m telling you, Doc Rios has a thing for you,” Malinda, the registered nurse I was shadowing that day on the peds floor, said.

I shook my head, “I’m not interested.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Are you serious? He never gives anyone attention. That blonde hair, those blue eyes, girl, if he’d do me, I’d be all over that.”

I chuckled, “He’s not dark enough.”

Her head tilted to the side, “What do you mean?”

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