Abigail and Preston

One day she was fourteen years old, sitting stock-still next to him in the back of an old truck, trying not to let their legs touch. The next day she was nineteen years old and climbing out of that same old truck, smiling with pink lips, coming towards him with her arms spread wide.

Abigail loved Preston since her first day of high school.

Preston never loved her until she came back, no longer the little girl he thought she was.