Our Story Ends on the Hundredth Page
"Dexter, are you still working? It's past noon."
"There's a cat! Dexter, I want to keep it!"
"Never mind, the cat ran off."
Through all of it, the good and the bad, his only reply was that single "Sure".
Something sharp twisted in Dexter's chest, tight enough to make it hard to breathe. He kept scrolling, refusing to accept it. He loved me. There was no way he'd been that cold.
But the facts were right in front of him. Ever since graduation, he'd talked to me less and less, and almost every message he sent mentioned Brianna.