Jackson blinked, looking like he'd just seen a ghost. My face probably mirrored his shock. Running into my ex in the supermarket after nearly six years was the last thing I ever expected.“Elara,” he said, color slowly returning to his cheeks.“Jackson,” I replied. The awkwardness between us felt thick enough to cut with a knife. He looked older now, but still handsome sandy blond hair neatly combed, the same eyes now framed by glasses. This wasn’t the Jackson I remembered at all.“How are you? This is so weird, bumping into each other after all this time,” he said with a nervous chuckle.“I’m good. How about you?” I asked. He gave me a calm smile. I’d always imagined I’d still be furious if I ever saw him again, but standing there now, I felt… nothing. No anger, no resentment, not even a spark of the old pain.“I, um… how’s everything with you?” I’d never seen Jackson look this flustered before. It almost made me smile. Before answering, I reached out and grabbed the last bottle of a
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