The blonde had been walking around the city with her partner, Luke, who she had met back in Chicago after she had moved. The last thing she ever thought she would do was come back to the great city of Manhattan in New York, let alone run into Richard. Richard fucking Foster. The one who had broken her heart, but she had equally done the same to the poor guy. She had no idea how he was doing, but as her eyes trailed off from him and towards the very beautiful girl he had in his arms, she was sure he was doing better than her. It had only been a few more than six months since their break up and there they were with different people. Someone else who they called theirs. Her heartbeat quickened, and her gaze dropped to her fingers, not even able to bare the fact that he already had someone with him. Laurel and Luke had only been together for only a month, and she couldn't help but wonder if Richard even wondered how she's been from time to time just like she wondered about him. Taking the chance of going up to him after he had gotten up from his seat, Laurel told her partner that she'll be right back before making her way towards him. There he was in front of her, the same man she loved, the same one she found herself loving since the minute she saw him at the age of seventeen. The man who not only showed her she could love him, but also the man who had broken her heart into tiny little pieces and changed her expectations on love. Laurel had never felt not even a drop of what she felt with Richard with Luke. Would she admit that out loud? Probably only to him, but now seeing as he was happy, she knew she couldn't. Standing next to him, she waited for him to notice the figure beside him but when it became evident that he didn't she decided to speak up. “Hey, Rick.” Her words stuttered, and the tears brimmed at her eyes. Oh how much she missed his name rolling off her tongue.
