Chapter 6
The day of the meeting, I didn’t tell my parents.
After last time, they’d stopped mentioning Jake entirely.
Just said they’d support whatever I chose.
The meetup was never real-just payback for him walking out on me.
Remembered my passport was still at Jake’s place. Took a long lunch to grab it.
Voices from the master bedroom. Jake’s ragged breathing.
“Stop. I’m meeting Sophie’s parents later.”
“We have time, don’t we?”
“Last time I was drunk. This can’t happen again. I’ll give you anything else, but not this.”
Her voice turned tearful:
“I’m not asking for forever. Just these stolen moments. You’ll get married soon-before then, can’t we have no regrets…”
Words dissolved into other sounds.
I couldn’t listen anymore. Went to the study, opened the safe.
My passport. And all our old memories.
Every love letter Jake wrote. Handmade gifts.
Even the photo from our first time-he’d insisted on keeping it.
He’d said:
“Only sleeping with one person your whole life? That’s so romantic!”
Funny how hearts change.
Good memories don’t protect you from anything.
I took my passport and left.
Four PM. Finished my last day at the company.
Jake and I were supposed to meet at three. He hadn’t called.
Mr. Punctuality was too busy with Mia to remember.
Probably forgot entirely.
I laughed bitterly. Some revenge.
Revenge only works on people with consciences.
Whatever. I lost.
Not to Jake. Not to Mia.
To my old self-the one who loved without holding back.
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.