In her car at the campus library, she found solace in fondling old +worn books. Libraries were universal troughs that sought her out. She wanted him back at any cost, willingly changing. Her plan: was to surprise him, early, ready, fresh, and awake before twelve. Punctual. Different. Everything she wasn’t before. The spark had never left; she was going to see if the improved version of her would settle. He was at the park, with a picture and letter, sitting on a wooden bench, under crimson kissed leaves, nonchalantly with his possessions. Coffee. Having a long wait ahead of him, knowing her tardiness a hated habit he left to the shop across the street. With two hours of sitting in this brisk air, confidence that no one would steal his things, the coffee was calling.
Kayla, on time, approached the bench just as he was leaving, she saw him place his items and walk away.