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Prologue

“Jensen? Oh, my god, it is you!”

Jensen and I were pulled out of our conversation by an energetic girl with beautiful hair that was a rich, deep auburn. Although in a ponytail, the girl’s tresses fell in big, lazy curls down to the middle of her back while a few stray hairs fell about her face. Watching as the girl bounced in our direction, I looked over at Jensen for a reaction.

“Wow. Savannah?” Jensen looked shocked to see the ponytailed young woman, who stopped in front of the table we sat at. “What are the odds?” he wondered as he rose from his chair to awkwardly hug the girl before sitting back down and glancing over at me. It was obvious the two knew one another.

“Hi, I’m Savannah,” the girl said, introducing herself and extending her hand out to me.

Before I could say a word Jensen jumped in. “Oh! I’m sorry. Savannah, this is Mia. Mia, Savannah Nellis.” The odd way he said my name meant something.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I extended my hand to Savannah. She took my hand in hers graciously, but an uncomfortable air suddenly surrounded us and I began to feel discomfited. Savannah didn’t keep me guessing as to how she and my fiancé were acquainted for too much longer.

“Are you going to school down here?” Savannah pulled a chair from a nearby table and sat backwards on it. Instantly I was reminded of when Nate and I met for the first time during freshman year after I had been attempting to skip math after a misunderstanding with Jensen. Nate had called me out on it and had gotten me to class. It was also the first time he had asked me out.

Jensen shook his head. “No, I’m not going to school down here. I’m, ah, we’re … on the annual trip to visit my grandparents,” Jensen stumbled. “I’m going to Stanford, if you can believe that.”

“Wow! You got in? Congratulations!" Then to me she added, "He’s been talking about Stanford since we were freshmen!”

“Oh, you lived in Juneau?” The dots had been connected as it suddenly became obvious the two had known one another in high school back in Alaska. However, I still felt I was missing something.

“Yes, but we moved away a few months into sophomore year.” She touched Jensen on the shoulder and smiled at me. “Did Jensen tell you I broke his heart?” Her question was like a light going off in my head. No, it was more like a dozen flashbulbs going off in my face. This was Jensen’s first I was meeting.

Tell me do you think it'd be alright,

if I could just crash here tonight?

As you see I'm in no shape for drivin',

and anyways, I've got no place to go.

-Gin Blossoms

Can't ever keep from falling apart at the seams

Can I believe you're taking my heart to pieces?

-Duran Duran

MIA