The Night Our Secret Love Ended
This time, I didn't respond.
After I'd filled my bowl with tomato soup, I turned to leave.
Ivan suddenly called after me hesitantly, "Candice, Rebecca's really looking forward to the meteor shower tonight. I promised I'd watch it with her. Anyway, the Perseids come every year. I'll watch with you next year."
With my back to him, I pressed my palm flat against the bottom of the bowl. Yet, I couldn't feel any warmth at all.
"Okay," I replied softly.
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