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“Nick!” My name rings through the walls of our flat. I bolt upright from my cozy spot on the sofa and speed towards the origin of the sound. It was only when I was up the stairs and opening the bedroom door did I see my husband (god, I love calling him that) crouching over some leftover boxes from our recent move.
“Yes, Char?” My words came out rushed and tired since I was panting a bit from running here. It would have been more practical to walk, and I’m positive Charlie would have paid no mind to hanging out for a moment until I arrived, but I still couldn't keep him waiting. I mean who in their right bloody minds would keep the most wonderful person in the world waiting.
My husband (there I go again, getting all giddy from just one word) looks up at me, smiling just as much with his eyes as he did with his lips. He truly was quite the sight.
“Come and look at this!” Charlie spoke excitedly. Doing as he said, I kneel down next to him, only to see two aged books lying in his hands. Not saying a single word, I take the familiar looking one and look at it closer. The cover and spine were adorned in bright stickers, as well as awful sharpie doodles that I vividly remember drawing. I grin and let out a small chuckle as I open to the first page of the almost decade-old journal.