Chapter 7
Less than thirty minutes after Aiden left, Maya sent me a screenshot.
It was Madison’s Instagram post: “Perfect morning Say you’re hungry and your crush magically appears with breakfast. I think this might be turning into something real…?”
The photo showed the exact same box of chocolate croissants from my kitchen table.
I didn’t reply.
Just silently wiped my tears and knelt down to clean up the spilled boba tea. After scrubbing forever, I realized with frustration that the stain had soaked deep into the wool carpet fibers. It wasn’t coming out.
In a burst of anger, I rolled up the entire carpet and threw it away. It was the one Aiden and his parents had spent an entire afternoon picking out in Nepal and carried back as a gift anyway.
While I was at it, I gathered everything Aiden had left at my house, plus every gift he’d ever given me. Even all our photos together – from prom pictures to casual selfies – went into garbage bags.
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It took all day to pack up and throw away six years of memories. Not like he’d want any of this stuff anyway.
After that day, I didn’t hear from him for days. Things must be going well with Madison. Or maybe he was waiting for me to cave first – like I always did during our fights, without exception.
But this time, I didn’t reach out.
There was no point anymore.
I blocked him on everything – Instagram, Snapchat, texts, calls. Changed my door code. Deactivated all my social media accounts.
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