**A Promise Written on the Rusted Edge of Time by Dael Rowan Sire**
During my days spent with Thundly in the bustling heart of Boston, I crafted an elaborate façade of happiness. Each day was a meticulously orchestrated performance, where I filled every waking hour with activities and distractions, intentionally leaving no room for the unwanted thoughts that lurked in the corners of my mind.
And no, I did not heed Alden’s demand to unblock him. The thought of it was absurd, and I found a strange satisfaction in my defiance.
Despite my resolve, Maya and a few other friends were relentless in keeping me updated about him. It seemed that Alden had embarked on a trip to Aspen with his friends, and for reasons I couldn’t quite grasp, he had transformed into a social media butterfly overnight. His Instagram was suddenly alive with posts, a stark contrast to the Alden I knew—who could go months without so much as a peep online.
The content of his posts varied wildly; some depicted him skillfully carving down steep black diamond runs, while others showcased extravagant dinners and raucous all-night parties. But the images that stung the most were the group photos, where he and his friends were bundled up in the snow, all laughter and inside jokes, their faces glowing with joy.
Even though I had no desire to keep tabs on him, my friends inundated me with screenshots, each one more painful than the last.
“Why aren’t you in Aspen with Alden?” they would ask, their curiosity laced with concern.
I sidestepped their inquiries with vague excuses about family obligations that kept me anchored in Boston.
Maya, ever blunt, had no qualms about calling Alden a player, while the others exchanged knowing glances, as if they were afraid to voice the thoughts swirling in their minds.
I understood their hesitation. In every group photo he shared, Alden was practically glued to Madison, their chemistry palpable.
That spot beside him, the one I had claimed for years, was now occupied by someone else.
Distance and time were often touted as great healers, and I had pushed through the worst of it, convincing myself that I was on the mend.
Just when I had almost managed to forget about Alden entirely, the unexpected happened. His voice, unmistakable and haunting, reached me across the continent from a new number, breaking the silence that had become my refuge.
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Aww. Seven Les Berred, Cute, Blocked
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