When I had a kidney stone attack and my car broke down in the middle of nowhere, Ryan was accompanying Sarah to Comic-Con.
His heart and eyes were filled only with Sarah.
I used to think I could endure it, but not anymore.
I opened my phone and typed in our shared TikTok group: “Ryan Walker, we’re done.”
Hours later, the breakup message remained unread.
Just as I turned off my phone, a WhatsApp group notification popped up with a video.
Sarah and Ryan, still not done drinking, were at a Bar with friends.
Sarah lounged lazily in Ryan’s arms, the backdrop a big red banner that read: Happy Birthday to Me.
She had lost a round of Truth or Dare and was dared to kiss a man for two minutes through a rice paper sheet.
The crowd pushed Ryan toward her, and Sarah lifted her chin proudly, pretending to resist.
“No way! You want me to kiss him? Over my dead body.”
Ryan smirked at her. “If not me, then who?”
Sarah reluctantly tiptoed and hooked her arms around his neck. “Fine. Like being chewed by a pig.”
The two kissed through the paper, clinging to each other so hard they didn’t even notice when the sheet tore.
Minutes later, they rested their foreheads together, panting.