11
“Taylor, I’m in love again.”
Silence on the other end.
“If Garrett finds out, he’ll explode.”
My smile faltered.
Why bring up this bad luck on a happy
occasion?
“How is he bothering you?”
“It’s fine, really. He’s just trying to find out
where I am, wants to see me.”
“See me for what? To see me with another
man? I hate it. He saved his first love and now
he’s after the one he’s always loved.”
“Sarah, running away won’t solve the problem.
If you want to get rid of him completely, I
suggest you two meet.”
I hung up and rolled around on my down
blanket.
Then I made a call.
That evening, I lay in Ethan’s arms, watching
the snow fall outside the large window.
The fireplace crackled merrily.
“I’m going to see him tomorrow.”
Ethan’s hand, stroking my hair, paused.
“It should be over by four. Can you pick me
up? I want that little cake you bought me last
time.”
“Whatever you want.”
“Once this is over, you won’t be so stressed. I
don’t want him interfering in our lives,” I knelt
on his lap, gazing into his eyes.
The next day, the city was covered in snow.
I chose a café near the university.
“What will you have?” Garrett was already
there, waiting.
“Thanks, I don’t drink coffee.”
Garrett opened his mouth, then finally said,
“I’m sorry.”
Sorry for what? Sorry that after six years, he
didn’t even know what I drink?
Seeing him again made me restless. I lit a
cigarette.
“When did you learn to smoke? After we
broke up?”
I shook my head. “Always could.”
“You weren’t… like this before.”
I sighed. “I’ve always been like this, but you
didn’t know. You always made me play the
part of Lily.”
Pain flickered in Garrett’s eyes. “Sarah, I
know you’ve given me many chances. Can
you give me one last chance?”
“Garrett, it actually hurt a lot, that day, the
car accident. It really hurt.”
“I gave you six years of my youth, and you
gave me what I wanted. Our relationship was
transactional. I wanted something that wasn’t
mine, and I paid the price.”
“It wasn’t wanting something that wasn’t
mine. I didn’t understand my own heart.
Sarah, you agreed to see me, doesn’t that
mean there’s still a chance for us?”
I checked my watch. Time was up.
I checked my watch. Time was up.
“There’s no chance. I’m here to help you
move on.”
I left.
Opening the café door, I saw a man under a
streetlight.
Snow was falling again. He was lightly
covered in snow, carrying the cake I wanted.
I smiled and ran towards him.
