Gave her space.
“Look,” I said. “Either I’m losing it… or something’s off.”
She huffed. “Those are not the only options.”
“They’re the only ones I’ve got.”
That almost made her smile.
Almost.
She studied me again.
“You’re not just asking random questions,” she said.
“No.”
“You’re looking for something.”
“Yeah.”
She exhaled.
“Then tell me what you think happened.”
I held her gaze.
Because now?
Now it mattered.
“Right now,” I said quietly, “it feels like you forgot me.”
Her chest rose slightly.
Subtle.
But I caught it.
“People don’t just forget someone like that,” she said.
I didn’t look away.
“Exactly.”
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Blaze
Ishould leave.
That’s the smart move. The disciplined move.
Instead, I stay.
She turns like the conversation is over, like she didn’t just knock my entire past sideways, and heads for the café door.
Yeah… not happening.
