~ Stephen ~
I can’t sleep.
Every time I close my eyes, I see her face.
Not just her face.
The way she looked at me.
Like she already knew every ugly thing about me and decided I wasn’t worth reacting to.
It’s… infuriating.
I’m in my office at two in the morning going through old files again.
Photos. Guest lists. Event records.
Five years ago.
My engagement party.
My wedding guest list.
My ex-fiancée’s name sits there like a ghost.
Rebecca Carter.
Becca.
The girl in my life now has the same name like it’s a coincidence.
Like it’s nothing.
Delusional.
I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling.
Because something about the way she talks?
Was very familiar.
The tone.
The calm.
The way she cuts people with quiet sentences instead of yelling.
The old Becca never did
