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He asked me about it and that was when I found out that I actually like jewelry design. Then he got me more books related to it.

Over the years, as we aged older, Lucas grew into an intelligent young man and I found myself seeing him as more than just a friend then I would unconsciously catch myself fussing over my looks. I looked forward to seeing him and spending time with him everyday.

By the time I turned sixteen, I was pretty sure I was in love with him and he was into me too - I just wasn't sure how much. At seventeen, Lucas and I shared our first kiss beneath the bookshelf that was filled with the books about jewelry design that he had got me over the years.

We were a happy little couple for a while until Lucas' health began to deteriorate. He was always losing consciousness and I got to see him less and less with each passing day.

Whenever he was rushed to the hospital, I would go to see him. The moment he regained consciousness and his gaze fell on me, he would smile and his first words would always be, "It's alright

I would always nod but I knew it wasn't alright. My heart hurt for him and I felt helpless because there was nothing I could do to help or take his pain away.

One day, he lost consciousness again and was rushed to the hospital for the umpteenth time that week. Lucas' caretakers stopped anyone from seeing him (his parents were late, I'd later discovered). No matter how much ! begged and cried, the security never allowed me to see him.

I went back to the orphanage, crying. The next day, I was told that someone was looking for me. It turned out to be one of his servants. With a grim smile, she handed me a miniscule box and said, "he left this." I had gone ballistic. "What do you mean he left this? Where's Lucas?!"Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

But she only smiled and left.

That night, I stayed up crying my go to Lucas and he will give me

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knocked and yelled but no one

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It felt like I was in a nightmare as 1 slumped before the front door and west That night, I cpened the box Inside the box was a letter revealing the identity of my biological parents and how I would find them. There was also a check with enough balance for me to le comfortabity for a long time.

I searched the box, hoping there was, atleast a note from Lucas telling me what happened or when he'd be back but there was nothing. Just like that my friend and love was gone.

I left the orphanage with the box. I didn't want to go straight to my parents. stil hoped that I would find Lucas and we would go together like we've joked many times. So errolec in a university to study jewelry design Aber I got my degree and finished my marship folowed the actress Lucas gave and went in search of my parents on to fall into an arrangedc mamage to a man I barely knew

Ast took in Lucas features now, the memories racked me and fet mysef swallow a sob. His curly hair that I loved to tangle my fingers around were gone. He looked many and handsome but I could still see the Lucas I loved and grew up with underneath what all the years that had passed had changed in his features

To make peace with myself, I had assumed that he had died yet here he was in fiest and blood

"Lucas... my throat tightened, my voice choked with unbridled emotions

"Sydney"

Hearing his voice again, just as I remembered freed the caged ears and let them slide down my cheeks as rusted forward and hugged him ontw his hands instantly wrapped around me