I haven't seen him since that day. That day over a year ago. Yet his face still flashes in my head, clear as a summer day. His face, the one where he would smile, his intense gaze as if he was looking through me, and the face where he was hitting me.
Even if its been over a year, I would never admit it to anyone, but I was still not over him.
As I walked down the aisle of the grocery store, looking down at the list of items I had to get, it was the place I would think of running into him. Ten feet away, I looked up from my list and stopped.
Our eyes met, his deep green ones staring into my eyes. For one instance, a wave of fear washed over me. That quickly passed as I remembered what I was told in rehab. We're in a public place, he can't do anything to me right now. I was safe. He had no hold over me.
I that I closed my eyes. What he did to me, will always be with me. There was no changing that. But he was out of my life now, and the bad will be left in the past.
A small smile grew on my lips as I remembered the good times we had. The trivia questions, sitting outside my house together in his car, just the times we spent together where nothing in the world mattered but us. All the good stuff that I hadn't let myself remember until now.
Because I was moving on from my past now. I could think back to that time without panicking.
I opened my eyes and met his again. I walked forward until there was only a foot between us.
"Good bye Rogerson." I said, and walked away from him.
"Good bye Caitlin." I heard him say faintly before turning out of the aisle.
A/N: Well, that's it. The last chapter in the making for this. Writing Caitlin's POV, turned out to be harder then I thought. I hoped you enjoyed it!