John had some business to take care of in Falconridge, and he did think about catching up with Eliza.
Running into her at the ball was a pleasant surprise.
The night scenery outside the car window was a blur, quietly passing by.
Eliza sat in the passenger seat, her eyes clouded with a somber expression.
She wasn’t very talkative, occasionally glancing out the window, as if deep in thought or maybe trying to escape something.
Seeing her so lost, John gently shook his head, “Looks like matters of the heart are best left alone.”
“What?” She snapped out of her reverie and turned to look at him.
John smiled, “I mean you and Casper.”
“Me and him… now… we’re just friends,” she said, almost dismissively.
“If you were really just friends, you’d have moved on by now.” He knew Eliza too well; she wasn’t one to fall in love easily or let go easily, “Am I right?”
Eliza didn’t agree or disagree.
Her feelings were indeed a tangled mess.
When she saw her number saved as ‘Wife’ in his phone, it hit her hard.
Casper never used to save her number.
Every time she called, he’d answer with, “Who’s this?”
But she had saved his number as ‘Husband’.
As their relationship soured, she changed it to ‘Casper’, and eventually, she stopped calling him altogether.
His number just sat there, quietly, in her contacts.
Present, but not really.
She never imagined he’d save her number with such a sweet nickname one day.
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