I assumed Caroline and I would return to being parallel lines. Never intersecting again.
I was wrong.
She chose the same electives as me. Joined the same student union department. Even at my part-time job, I would look up to find her lingering nearby.
Finally, I snapped.
"Caroline, what is your game?" I cornered her. "Did I do something wrong?"
Her face darkened. Defensive anger flared.
"You think I'm looking for revenge?"
Her voice cracked, composure shattering. She looked like she was throwing caution to the wind.
"I'm *chasing* you! Can't you tell?"
I froze.
The next second, I bolted.
In my previous life, my brother's tragic ending was a thorn lodged in my heart. No matter what, I didn't dare get close to someone like Caroline Sawyer again.
Perhaps she sensed my terror. From that day on, she vanished from my side.
Six months passed.
Despite myself, I couldn't stop listening for news of her.
My classmates stared when I finally asked. "You didn't know? Caroline is prepping to study abroad."
My blood ran cold.
The memory of the plane crash from my past life slammed into my mind.
Suppressing the frantic pounding of my heart, I pressed for the date.
"In two weeks. December 10th."
My mind reeled.