I stood up and began walking toward the main road. My body shook with every step. It was freezing. I’d dressed lightly, hoping to look good for meeting Max’s parents, but now the thin autumn coat was no match for the damp night air. The cold wind bit at me, my teeth chattered and my vision started to fade.
The next thing I knew, I had fainted in the middle of the street.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital. A passing taxi driver had found me and brought me in.
He didn’t say much, just handed me a cup of warm water.
“Had a fight with your boyfriend, huh? No matter how bad it gets, he shouldn’t leave you stranded in the road like that. It’s dangerous!”
He wasn’t wrong. He’d figured it out. Max had left me behind.
It took me six years to realize it.
I smiled, holding the warm water. “It won’t happen again. Thank you.”
The driver nodded and waved it off like it was no big deal. Then, as if remembering something, he handed me my fully charged phone and held up two fingers.
“Your ‘Baby’ called. It rang for about two seconds. I didn’t answer.”
Two seconds.
Max really couldn’t be bothered.
I smiled at the driver. “It’s fine, thank you.”
“He’s already dead to me.”