A Promise to Remember
To him, we were truly just friends.
I forced a grin. "As if."
"Good." He nodded, shaking my shoulder. "We're best pals forever."
Despite all the booze, I'd never felt so clear-headed. I echoed softly, "Best pals."
...
The next morning, I booked a direct flight home.
Before boarding, I took one last peek at my phone. Ted had posted a new update—a photo of him and Audrey, their hands laced together. No captions were needed.
It was an official announcement, flooded with congratulations from their friends. I stared for a moment, then yanked out the SIM card and tossed it into the trash.