Mystery of Love Sufjan Stevens
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He would never love again. He would dedicate himself to the work of not the father he used to want to impress, but to the mother who had given up everything to save him. That's what Clayton Beresford said after recovering from his surgery and discovering the terrible reality:

His wife wanted nothing but his money and his mother had died to save him and give him her heart. That his father was abusive to his mother. His best-friend betrayed him. That everything he thought was good was gone.

That was a year and a half ago..

The rain slammed against the window of the uber. You sat staring at the streets of New York in the big pour. Your outfit was soaked.

Returning to the busy city of New York after studying in London for 4 straight years was definitely going to be a big change. You knew almost nobody here who would still see you. The friends from highschool onto different lives. You guess it wouldn't hurt to reach out.

You looked outside right as a large billboard passed. Beresford Managements. The remembrance of Clayton flashed through your head. The boy you dated in highschool... He hadn't had the simplest life. It made your heart ache.

4 years ago, before you left, you and Clayton broke off a 2 year relationship due to the distance. It hurt, but it was the smartest thing to do. He was someone you would never forget. He was just the most perfect other half to you. These days you had convinced yourself that was just... stupid teenage stuff.

Your first week back in New York was far from exciting. Setting up the shitty small apartment was a challenge but you managed a cute space. Then there was job searching. Today you finally went to get groceries. That was an annoying task.

After that grocery run you decided to stop at an old favorite, Molly's. It was a bar. Or cafe. Served all 3 meals a day. Such a delightful place. You pulled the door open and stepped in. You were seated and after ordering a drink you went to the bathroom. When coming out you ran straight into someone coming the the building.

The smell hit you like a wave. Clayton. That smell hadn't changed once. The arms steadied you. You looked up. Hundreds of memories flashing in my head.

When we went out in the rain to mess around and he ended up getting terribly sick due to his heart.

When he would fall asleep on me as I read the book I was currently obsessed with.

His silly jokes that would make me double over laughing at.

"Addison? You're in town?" He asked. You finally looked back up. Fuck. He still looked as handsome as before. Beautiful blonde hair, perfect face. No- No he would probably never date again- another after last time.