#Chapter 47: Remember

Abby In the dimly lit café, surrounded by the soft murmur of conversations and the aroma of fresh coffee, I sit with my friends, watching their eyes widen in disbelief as I relay the events of the past few days. “You broke up with Adam?” Leah, with her ever-present surprise, always finds a way to make her eyes bulge out in an almost comical manner. “Sort of,” I reply, stirring my iced coffee absentmindedly. I don’t want to ‘out’ Adam for his orientation, so I decide to leave that part out. Around the restaurant, the clinking of the ice cubes and the soft sound of voices meld together to create a soft jingle that feels oddly comforting when I need it the most. “It was… more of a mutual thing.” Chloe gives me a sharp glance, her red lipstick making her pouty lips seem even more pronounced. “Mutual?” she asks. “Mutual how?” I shake my head. “I don’t wanna get too into it,” I reply. “But I’ll just say this: it was never gonna work out. Not in a million years.”