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ant to get

und The Dress and a little tipsy from the champagne she had shared with her bridesmaids after putting down the depo

ons together, played in the same soccer team, and helped each other with homework. Every childhood memory she had, featured

ed a birt

rst for everything… First kiss, first touch… Absolutely everything. There had neve

ve degrees, whilst all their friends had been falling in and out of love, and navigating the hazardous social cliques and after parties.

renovating the other. They spent every spare moment they had renovating the house next door so it would be r

p survived renovating a house to

own on the kitchen bench where they had once burnt

jeans sagging off his hips, her heels digging into his buttocks and her fingers tangled in his hair as they had f-ked like teenagers, not noticing that the pasta was overflowing.

possible that Owen did

denly dry and her throat thi

nce of features perfect, his skin flawless with just an edge of stubble just beginning to show through, and his blue eyes striking against the darkness of his hair and the olive of his skin. “I don’t want to get married. We haven’t lived life yet.

s and pieces were being kept. Confessing to her sister that the wedding was off whilst surrounded by the cork boards on which she was keeping track of décor ideas, wedding magazines, notep

high-school performing at the school concert one of Owen’s songs, graduating, holidays skiing, painting the house when they had both spent days pic

ng. She had not looked further yet, but she suspected that he had stripped the whole hous

one at work,” Meg

h,” Emily protested. “Ow

is he

He has mov

ld be gone all morning. Kissed you a sweet goodbye at the door when I picked you up knowing w

eing single and dating Megan, but, after six months, shying away at furth

to be a waste of air, did not mean all men were the same. Owen just was not like th

om entering – but he had not even tried. Tears ran down her cheeks and dripped off to create tide marks on her t-shirt. She had stopped trying to mop them up, the pile of tissues bes

d go out,” Megan decided. “After he has spent the night worrying about where you are and who you are with, he

over… Just that he didn

e, Emmy,” Megan’s tone

hone in her haste to stand, pushing herself up t

to the phone, breathlessly.