Olivia
The street lights flickered on as the sky painted itself a deep indigo.
I found myself nervously perched at the corner table of a dimly lit Italian restaurant in our old town, our favorite place when we were together.
Ryan was late. An empty chair and untouched glass of red wine stared back at me from across the table, echoing the emptiness I was feeling.
The nostalgia of this town hit me harder than I expected. Even though it had only been a few months since I moved into my aunt’s villa, it was like I was being pulled back in time as I sat there in the dimly lit restaurant.
Back to when Ryan and I were a ‘we.’ Back to when things were simple, and we were happy. For a short period of time.
But then again, he had left me waiting. My anger was bubbling up in
