Aimee's POV
I'm sitting by the window, staring out at the horizon, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange as the sun sets. The room is quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old house settling. I wrap my arms around myself, feeling the familiar pang of longing in my chest. James. I can't stop thinking about him, no matter how hard I try.
It's been months since I last saw him, and every day without him feels like an eternity. I wonder what he's doing now, if he's okay, if he thinks about me as much as I think about him. I close my eyes, trying to remember the sound of his voice, the feel of his arms around me. The memories are bittersweet, a constant reminder of what I've lost.
Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door. My heart leaps in my chest. Could it be? No, it's too soon to hope. I get up and walk to the door, my heart pounding in my ears. I open it to find Sarah, my best friend, standing there with a concerned look on her face.
