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1 year         He paced his way down to the shoreline where the waves crashed so effortlessly against the cold sand, much like the way her hair had blown so free in the wind the last afternoon he’d seen her. “I don’t understand why they had to take you away, I just don’t understand.” With a sigh, he turned on the camera around his neck and captured a photograph; a  photograph of the beach she once stood. 5 years         Austin buried his head between his knees, breathing heavily as he shut his emerald hues. It wasn’t long before people were filing into the church. He was supposed to be standing out front, waiting, but he couldn’t move. “I’m about to get married, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”10 years         ”I took the girls home today and my mom made them  apple pie. I remember you loved that apple pie. You never admitted it though. Too busy being skinny, I suppose.” 

ARE YOU VOLUNTEERING 

          After removing extra batteries, three other cameras and his tripod from the trunk, Austin pulled down the boot of the car. That was when he spotted her stepping out of her car. She was standing barefoot, in a loose fitting sundress, waiting for the man to come around to her. "No way," he muttered. It was Arial,  his high school sweetheart, his first love, the one who'd created the first fracture in his heart. It'd been three years since he'd last seen her in person. Sure, he'd seen her in the news, in various magazines, but never like this. "What are the chances," he sighed. Eventually, he made his way up toward the couple. "Hey, I know you guys were expecting Ben but he's sick so you've got me for the day. Luckily, I'm just as good, if not better. He'll be doing your photos for the wedding though, so no need to worry about that." Take a deep breath Austin, maybe she won't recognize you. Yeah, right. 

She sighed, putting the picture down and pulling out her phone. Her and Eleanor were supposed to hang out today. Looking up at the clock she realized that her friend was supposed to be over here any minute. She gasped, still in her pjs. Getting up from the couch she hurried up the stairs and into her room. She went straight to her closet and pulled on a nice tank top and shorts. Looking herself over in the mirror she began to touch up her hair. It was stupid, that she wanted to look her best, because she knew Eleanor was into guys but she couldn't help wanting to put in the effort. She thought she heard a knock and rushed down the stairs, opening her front door.