{SEQUEL TO LETTERS FROM THE SKY}
"My mother told me that the world has got its plans"
7 years after the revelation that drove a wedge between Cason and Haven, their lives changed drastically.
Haven went on to return to England for University, gradua...
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The next morning was hard to start.
Before I went to bed, I looked over the schedule and saw that today's photoshoot was with Diversity in Design.
That meant I had to see Cason.
This would be the first time that I will have actually seen him since the bar when I ran out on him in London.
I leaned over the toilet and dry heaved one more time before shakily standing up.
I woke up from a horrid nightmare in the middle of the night involving Cason and everyone around us from high school and ended up puking. I've spent the last three hours over the toilet with Dylan holding my hair back since he came running the first time I puked.
He didn't even show one little ounce of annoyance.
I brushed my teeth like four times before getting dressed for the day: a black long sleeve, a sleeveless dark red vest, black skinny jeans, and dark red Converse low-tops.
For my make-up, I layered the black pencil eyeliner on bottom and black liquid eyeliner on top heavier than I normally did. It was about as heavy as I did in high school. I applied dark red eyeshadow and black mascara.
Actually, all the makeup was heavier than normal.
I was trying to take away from the fact that I had horrible dark circles underneath my eyes.
I went out into the kitchen to find Dylan laughing at something on his phone. Before he could react, I grabbed the phone out of his hand and looked at who he was texting. I was kind of surprised to see Ryan's name at the top.
"Haven!" He complained.
I handed the phone back to him with a laugh and said, "You two would be so adorable together."
"Can you stop?" He asked, pretending to be annoyed.
"You know it," I said, sticking my tongue out at him.
"She's actually a really cool girl."
"Do you have a crush?" I pretend gasped.
"I do not know her enough for that thank you very much."
