My heart skips a beat, and I swear for that split second that it’s going to stop completely.
How the hell did you find that picture?
Him
Ivy.
Me
And I assume she gave you my number too?
Him
Yep.
Me
I’m going to kill her.
Him
Nah. She’s just looking out for you.
Me
How is giving you that calendar looking out for me?
Him
Think about it.
I sit back on my bed with a harrumph. She knows I don’t like that picture because it’s of the girl I used to be. What I used to represent. The girl I no longer am and can’t find. Well, I can. Every time I am with Reid, I feel a little of the girl return. And maybe that was the point of giving it to him, to show him who I was before Neil.
Him
Ah, yes. Understanding.
Me
I’m still going to be mad at her.
Him
Only for a little while, though.
Me
Maybe.
Him
You don’t like this picture, do you?
My fingers hover over the keyboard as I think of what to say and how to say it.
I don’t resemble that girl anymore. It’s a reminder of what I’m not.
Him
