At the very least, it proved that in his heart, I had never been his first choice. Just the consolation prize.
"Curtis, thank you for helping me revisit our college memories. The dessert tastes exactly the way it used to. Just like you…"
Every shred of hesitation, every thread of doubt—gone in an instant.
A fine, dense pain spread through my chest, threaded with nausea.
I didn't understand how one heart could hold two people at the same time.
Curtis came out of the bathroom with his hair still damp, steam clinging to his skin.
"What's wrong? Aren't you the one who always says there's nothing a slice of strawberry cake can't fix?"
Just like every other time I was upset, he scooped up a bite of cake and held the spoon to my lips. Tender. Practiced.
I turned my face away.
"Curtis, let's break up."
I used to be so certain he loved me.