lurring around me. The cool night air
college, Liam Hayes was a legend-smart, handsome, untouchable. Everyone knew he was
d "accidental" meetings, armed with witty comments and a confidence I didn't really feel. It took m
ning, accommodating, compromising. I had been so focused on winning him that I never stopped to ask if he was actually w
ssly scrolled through my phone, my thumb hovering over Instagram. I hadn't look
reath catch. It was a picture of a beautiful, handcrafted wooden music box. The caption read: "Som
year. I had pointed it out, saying how beautiful it was. Liam had glanced at it, said it was overpriced, a
her. The principle
e care. He had seen something I loved, dismissed it, and then given it to her. I had spent years convi
apable of romance, of thoughtf
zed with a t
you
e, then turned my phon
ater, ano
se just t
ano
ried ab
feigned concern. I turned my phone off complete
was there. Leaning against his sleek black car, parked right across t
squashed it. I turned and started walking i
all into ste
va
king up my pace. "L
eaving unt
k away. I could feel people staring at us. A man in a suit
u get to work safely," he sa
work safely by myself
ce suspended due to signal problems." A collective g
eet to find a cab, and he was
u," he said. It
thank
e stubborn. Y
to find now. Defeated, I let out a sharp sigh
h tension. The air in the luxury car felt suffocating. I stared
, breaking the silence. "Are you
ust kept watching th
ong are you going
fice building. Before I could
g?" I asked, my vo
urned in his seat to face me. "I wa
How things were?" I finally managed to say. "You mean with
hat it is, an
Liam? Why don't yo
door handle. "I ha
ut of the car. He scrambled out and c
go of
ice tight with frustration. "This silent t
me being childish? You left me in a fire, Liam! You have spent the last five years making m
w, aren't I?
ers and car rides? That's not how thi