Nothing Left to Say
Clive Hawkins, who had been giving me the cold shoulder, posted on X.
[First 100 likes get a breakup cash giveaway.]
In no time, it had 99 likes and reposts.
I knew he was waiting for me to give in, just like how I begged him to delete it during the ten times we fought before.
But this time, I reposted it myself and wrote, [Count me in.]
Then, I blocked him on every platform.
Three days later, his sister messaged me.
[Clive saved you a front row seat. Stop hiding and come back. As long as you show up, he's willing to forgive you.]
I glanced at the plane ticket on my desk and replied.
[I'm busy.]
I really was busy. I’d been admitted to graduate school at Redstone University, and my flight was leaving that night for orientation.
From then on, we would be separated by thousands of miles, never to see each other again.