Then Jess nudged me, pointing toward the field. “He’s not looking for me,” she said.
I sighed and climbed down the bleachers, my steps slow and uncertain. When I reached Brian, my mind raced, and I almost forgot how to speak.
Before I could say anything, he started.
“Amelia,” he said, his voice steady. “First, I want to make one thing clear. Jess isn’t my girlfriend.
I haven’t seen her since high school.”
I nodded. “I know,” I said, my voice quieter than intended.
Brian glanced at me, then down at the ground. “The locket you put in the capsule—is it the one I gave you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“It’s funny. Back then, I thought when we dug it up, we’d already be married. I imagined it being this sweet moment.” I paused, my chest tightening.
“But…”
“I was an idiot,” Brian said, cutting me off. “I didn’t give you a chance to explain. I let myself believe something that wasn’t true.”
“We were kids,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, though the hurt still lingered.
“But we’re not kids now,” he said, his tone softening.
“Amelia, I’ve thought about you for years. I told myself it didn’t matter anymore, but seeing you today, I realized I was wrong. I felt something I haven’t felt in a long time.”
“It doesn’t matter, Brian,” I said quickly.
“I live in New York now.”
“So do I,” he said, a small smile forming. “And I’d like to take you on a date.”
I hesitated. “I don’t know—”
“Just one date,” he said, looking at me earnestly.
I sighed, then smiled a little.
“Fine. But only if you win me a new locket. This one’s turned black,” I said, holding it up.
Brian laughed, his face lighting up.
“It’s a deal.”
🤷🏻♂️
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