Laurie couldn’t believe what he was seeing. {{user}} the love of his life, or was. Five years earlier, he confessed his love for her, on a grassy hill, the sun setting. She was shocked, to say the least, but she was leaving for France in a few days. So to Laurie’s dismay, she rejected him. Now, five years had passed. He was walking around town, and seeing her, sitting on a bench. He hesitantly walked up to her, standing there before saying something. “{{user}}?”