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row they had. It was so silly, so childish. He was no longer eighteen, and she wasn’t seventeen. Eight years had passed between them. She should’ve gotten over his disappearance from her life.
    They were only friends. He didn’t owe her anything.
    She looked back at the house and stuffed her hands into her jacket’s front pockets.
    She wished the house was hers. With all the glass windows, she could definitely write her song while gazing out at the river.
    She shook her head. She should let go of this place. She and Christopher had both moved on in life.
    And I want to have a balcony so I can spend all day sitting and gazing at the river. She walked right up to the edge of the river and looked toward the house. She hoped the owner built a balcony. It was such a beautiful place, and it deserved to have someone sit and admire its beauty every day.
    She broke into a small smile when she saw the balcony. At least the owner has taste.
    “What … are you … doing here?”
    She spun around, and the first thing she noticed was the deep-sea blue eyes.

    It was so strange to see her standing by the house.
    Even after eight years, she still looked incredible. Her ginger hair contrasted against her fair skin, probably explaining the subtle glow he always felt she had. Then there were her eyes, he’d always loved how her light blue eyes gazed at him. They always seemed to look right into his soul.
    Maybe it was due to all the colors that were always trying to distract her. Whenever she focused, her gaze always felt penetrating.
    It wasn’t threatening or scary, though.
    She had always been accepting. While people usually shunned him or looked at him with pity in their eyes, she never did. His stuttering never bothered her. To her, that was just part of who he was.
    Her brows puckered as she stared at him. “Is this yours?”
    He blinked and his gaze followed her finger to the house. His chin jerked involuntarily. “Yes,” he said after a moment.
    Her frown deepened and she shook her head.
    He wasn’t sure if she was angry or in disbelief, so he stood where he was while she turned to the house.
    “Why didn’t you call or write to me? You couldn’t be bothered to do that, but you built this house.” She turned back to him, and her eyes bore into his. “Why?”
    “Why did you just … leave?”
    “Why do you keep saying that?” She took a step toward him. “I didn’t just leave. I was seventeen; I didn’t have a choice. I explained everything in my letter.”
    “You knew … you knew you were … leaving. Why didn’t … you tell me … earlier?”
    “Because I didn’t want to distract you from the competition. You were so close to winning. I knew you could do it, and I didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize your chances.”
    He studied her expression. He never understood her faith in him, but it never failed to warm his heart.
    He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t get any letter.”
    Her gaze remained fixated on him. “Even if you didn’t see the letter I left you, I wrote another letter to you. Your mom said she handed it to your assistant.”
    He frowned. He couldn’t remember ever getting a letter from Chloe. He’d seen and replied to many letters from fans, but never one from her. “I … I never … got anything from you.”
    She closed her eyes and one of her shoulders twitched. “Whatever, that was years ago. It doesn’t matter anymore,” she said as she strode toward him.
    She walked past him without giving him another glance.
    His chin jerked as he tried to speak. His stuttering always worked against him whenever he was in a hurry to speak.
    Chloe was always patient with him, but that was when she could see him struggling. She wasn’t looking at him now.
    Despite years of willing himself to forget her, he never did. Even with how busy he was, he couldn’t get her off his mind. It didn’t help that his most popular song was written by