Love Beyond Borders Scars Beyond Time

than Vile. My mom was with me, and I could tell she was a bit anxious about leaving me in a n

was going to be alone, which was exactly what I needed. As someone interested in fashio

. There were mannequins, a sewing machine, packets of threads and needles, and a

by campus tours and getting familiar with my classes. It was

irl with Hazel eyes, and I have to say, she was stunning. We struck up a conversation, and I

blocks away from each other. It was like fate had brought us together. We soon became fast friends and proj

and improve our fashion skills. I was preoccupied most of the time, trying to work on my projects, but I sti

ave me always, and I kept my word. It was a constant re

We were like sisters, sharing our thoughts, ideas, and dreams. It

amily, but I was also going to miss Sarah. We had become such an integral part of each other's lives, and I knew it would b

it to see him in person. We had been apart for just 5 months and it seemed like

stalgia wash over me. I had grown to love this place, and I knew I would m

home, and I was going to see the people I loved.

sense of anticipation building up inside me. I was going home

rk City. I was home, and I was finally going to see Vile. I could

d Mom to let her know I had arrived in NYC, an

r Mom. To waste away time, I decided t

waiting not too long after I felt it again and when I looked up I saw someone strange watching me from a distance,

one, a manly figure, with fear in my guts. I slowly raised my head, an

said, looking down at me

asked me what was wrong; slowly, I pulled away

e, "A strange man was staring at me before you got here, and for

we left the airport, we were driving home when I remembered it was Mom who was supposed to pick