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I shrugged, though my eyes stung a little.
“Sometimes I wish things had gone differently, too. But life… well, it has a way of surprising you, doesn’t it?”
George’s face softened even more. He looked down thoughtfully before meeting my eyes.
“Do you remember our last night after prom? I told you I loved you,” he said quietly, “and you told me that it wouldn’t work because we’d be moving to different cities.”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
The memory rushed back to me, bringing a bittersweet pang. “I remember,” I whispered, looking away for a moment.
“I’ve thought about that night so many times. Wondering what if… what if I had stayed.”
He nodded, his voice quiet but full of something warm and hopeful.
“We can’t change the past, Lucy. But we have now. We’re here, sitting together, after all these years. Maybe that means something.”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
I looked back at him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a flicker of hope.
“Maybe it does,” I murmured, a small smile finding its way to my face.
We sat there in silence for a moment, the memories of our past filling the space between us. George squeezed my hand gently, breaking the silence.
“We can’t go back and change those years, Lucy,” he said softly.
“But we’re here now. Maybe we can pick up where we left off?”
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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
I laughed, the sound almost foreign to my ears.
“Are you asking me out after all these years?”
“Maybe I am,” he replied, his grin warm and hopeful.
“How about dinner? Nothing fancy. Just two old friends catching up.”
The thought brought a warmth I hadn’t felt in a long time.
