33 Weeks

two/two

She left on a Tuesday and she returns on a Tuesday.

April hasn't changed at all. Brown hair to the shoulders, green eyes lined to a T. Beautiful. Always beautiful. The girl at the door looks the same as the girl she left thirty three weeks ago.

"I'm sorry."

What else is there to say? Sorry that I left you. Sorry that I didn't write. Sorry that I gave you no warning. Sorry, I know it doesn't make sense, but I just needed time. And I'm sorry that that seems like such a lame excuse but I don't have any others. I thought maybe time away would help me sort things out in my head. I know that's not fair. I'm sorry for all of it.

Just like the girl she left thirty three weeks ago, the girl at the door has a heart too big for her own good. Cassie expected her to shout, to slam the front door in her face. Instead, the girl's face lights up.

"I knew you'd come back," she says softly, ducking her head to hide the blush gracing pale cheeks. "I was waiting. It's all I did, Cass."

And just like that, thirty three weeks worth of heartbreak falls away. Because she's back -- she came back -- and that's all April could have ever wanted.