The text came at 8:47 p.m.
Meet me where it all began. Midnight. No pressure. Just ice and us. Please.
I stared at it for a long time, heart pounding so hard I could hear it echo in my ears.
I stared at it for such a long time that my eyes began to ache not too long after.
Ryans. Ryans…had texted me.
For weeks, I’d tried to bury his name, his voice…everything about him and thinking, fearing that maybe he had done the same as well.
But here was his text again, glowing on my screen like a ghost that refused to stay dead.
I should’ve ignored it.
Thrown my phone across the room and gone to bed.
But instead, I just sat there, staring at the text as if I didn't for even a minute, it would go away.
Meet me where it all began. Midnight. No pressure. Just ice and us. Please.
He wants
