I stared out of the train window, my earbuds sending gentle music to my ears, and for a second, I pretended I was in a movie. Like that moment in Bridget Jones’ Diary when Bridget is on the train and Gabrielle’s Out Of Reach plays. But I wasn’t miserable the way Bridget was. Even though rain streamed down the windows as we sped through the Devonshire countryside, I was content. Not fully content – the nature of my relationship with Radleigh was a little too volatile for me to start planning the wedding just yet – but I was calmer than I’d been in a while. Quietly confident, and less cautious than before.
I’d said goodbye to Radleigh a few hours ago, both of us going to our respective hometowns before we would reunite in Cornwall in a few days. I smiled to myself. The idea of Radleigh McCoy in Cornwall always made me chuckle; I couldn’t wait to see how he coped without a Starbucks on every corner.
My phone began to vibrate across the table in front of me, and I smiled again on seeing Freya’s name on the screen. I’d also only seen her a few hours ago, but… we’re girls. A lot can happen in a few hours that needs to be discussed! I disconnected my earbuds from my phone and paused my music to answer.
“Hey, beautiful! Are you home yet?”
“No, I’ve still got an hour or so left. But that’s okay, every time it stops raining I have great views of the sea to keep me entertained.”
This train route was one I’d been on many times, going back and forth from London to Cornwall. The train line through Devon runs right along the coastline, and the scenes are stunning, even when it’s grey and murky outside.
“Cool. I’m just calling because you and I barely had time to talk alone the last few days. You’re really not coming back to L.A right away?”
I gave a small laugh. I missed Freya as much as she missed me. Since we used to live together, we became like sisters, and when I moved back to the UK, it was rough on both of us.
“Come on, Freya. You know why I can’t. It’s too soon. I need to just be with Radleigh away from the pressure of L.A for a while. Where we don’t have to worry about being photographed while we’re still trying to figure things out.”
“I understand. I just wish we’d had more time together.”
“Me too. But I’ll be over in December for Bree’s birthday party, and I’m staying over Christmas so we’ll have a lot of time then.”
I practically heard her smile down the phone. “That’ll be good. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I sound so clingy today. Seeing you again is like… starting all over again, missing you so much.”
I knew what she meant. I missed all of my friends like crazy, but they all had each other. In the UK, I had my family, and that was no bad thing. But like me, everyone I used to know in my little hometown had all moved away, and unlike me, none of them had come back to stay. Sometimes I felt like a stranger, which was weird because virtually nothing looked different since I left. The village was still pretty and quaint. Still lacked excitement.
“I miss you, too,” I said. “But we can do this. We’ll keep Skyping, and texting. I’ll be back before you know it.”
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