- 18.
That night, Summer sent me a friend request,
saying she had something to show me. I wasn’t
interested, but she was persistent. After the
twentieth request, I gave in. She sent a picture
of herself and Ethan in bed, her dark hair
spread across the pillow. “Olivia,” she wrote, “I
know you like him, but Ethan only sees you as a
sister. He told me he only loves me.” “He was
drinking and calling for you tonight because he
saw me talking to another guy. He was jealous.
I don’t want you to misunderstand.” I read her
rambling message, feeling nothing. Twelve
years of feelings ended the moment he kicked
me out of the group chat. Falling out of love
wasn’t as hard as I’d imagined. “Oh,” I replied.
“I wish you both happiness.”
