Then, barely more than a whisper, her voice trembled. “No… it’s not possible…”
“What could it possibly be?” I asked.
He looked up at me, his face completely ashen. “It’s from… Vivian.”
This name has profoundly affected me.
Vivian, the one who had broken his heart in high school. His first love. The one who had
left him for someone with money, with a future that wasn’t limited to an old car and dreams of a local college.
Logan had only mentioned it once, briefly, like an old wound that had never fully healed.
I remember taking it lightly, saying something careless like, “Well, too bad for her.”
He hadn’t laughed with me.
That evening, when he opened the box, his hands were shaking so much that I thought he was going to drop it.
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