Homesick.

That’s what you were told by everyone. You’d be back, because you never truly could escape small towns. No one ever had a good enough reason to stay. You were fortunate enough to leave, but that all came crashing down. Another recession hit, you couldn’t afford your fancy apartment in New York. So here you are, face pressed against a bus window, cornfields as far as the eye can see passing by outside.

Your father had been less than thrilled when you left home 5 years ago. He’d called your desire of living in a big city a pipe dream. Then chose not to speak to you for nearly a year after you left with nothing but the clothes on your back and your life savings from babysitting. Your town was too small for a bus station, so you’d managed to hitchhike your way to the next town over and then you were gone.

You had no regrets, well aside from one. That regret had icy blue eyes and blonde hair. And it just so happened he was the one standing in the bus station, wearing the familiar khaki color of your town's Sheriff uniform.

Even after 5 years, he still looked just as good as he did in high school. “Your dad couldn’t get his truck started so he sent me to pick you up.” Leon's deep, smooth voice broke your thoughts, his fingers tapping against the name card he was holding with your name scrawled across it.