- 6.
He left. But we exchanged numbers. He called
before I went to bed. Newly back together and
completely smitten, I kept asking, “Am I
dreaming?” He patiently replied, “No.” I drifted
off to sleep to the sound of his low, soothing
voice.
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But everything changed when I woke up. My phone buzzed with notifications. Three new tweets from Jason. [@Lynn and I are long over. Please stop speculating.] [@There is no ‘continuing‘ our story. It ended six years ago.] [@I am getting married, but not to Lynn. She’s not in the entertainment industry.] My heart clenched, a dull ache spreading through my chest. I frantically dialed Jason’s number. It went straight to voicemail. I texted him, but saw
the dreaded red exclamation mark. My high
school group chat was blowing up, tagging me repeatedly. I hesitantly opened it. [@Knew it.
Who would want someone who dumped them
when they were down and out? Jason’s not
stupid.] [@No way, they left the reunion.
together last night! I totally thought they were
getting back together.] [@I think the reunion
was revenge, not a reconciliation.]
Tears blurred my vision. Was it true? Was last
night all some elaborate revenge scheme? Was
I really that unforgivable? Maybe meeting him in
the first place had been a mistake. I turned off
my phone, shutting out the world. I didn’t want
to hear from any of my supposedly concerned
classmates, fishing for information. I didn’t
want to hear anyone say, “How could Jason be
so cold? She’s his ex!” because I knew I’d break
down. But last night’s embrace, the kiss, his
words
they felt so real. Yet they existed only
in our memories. Everyone else’s memories
stopped at our high school breakup. To them,
this was my karma. But what had I done wrong? I’d only wanted to spare him the burden.
