Three Years and Eighteen Goodbyes
“You two started flying new routes together and won all those company awards. Even the CEO attended your wedding three years ago. Everyone was so envious… but—”
She trailed off with a heavy sigh, her voice thick with regret.
Yes, those were beautiful memories.
And that’s all they would remain, things you couldn’t return to, no matter how much you wanted to.
By the time I got home, it was already past ten.
The apartment was eerily quiet.
Then my phone lit up with a notification from Katy’s latest social media post in which she had tagged me in.
[Thank you to my teacher, Mr. Rutgers, for staying with me all afternoon! As a reward, I’m taking him to Bruno Mars’ concert tomorrow! Can’t wait!]