"Please, just go with me. I know you love Kelsea and Walker Hayes." Jamie begged. He called you up with promise of concert tickets and your favorite take out.. "Just give me one last chance."
After a few minutes of thought, you gave in. "Let me go get ready. I'm sure the concert starts soon." You went to your room, letting Jamie settle wherever. You were glad your roommates aren't home. They were never Jamie's biggest fans.
You wondered how people would react if they found out Jamie's beloved girlfriend - ex girlfriend - shopped at Old Navy almost exclusively. That's where your sundress came from. The boots were target.
You sat at the island, dressed up and ready to go. If Jamie was even later, you wouldn't be able to eat. Eventually a latte was made. Then a cup of black coffee. Then a red bull. Right when the concert was supposed to start, you were getting undressed and back into pajamas. You held in your tears until you got your makeup completely off.
You grabbed the newest sorbet out of the fridge and sat down in front of the tv to watch horror movies and forget that Jamie had bailed again. No text. No call. No answer.
When everyone got back from either their jobs or night out they all asked you what was wrong. All you could say was, "Jamie." before crying again.
And that's why the past should be the past. Far behind, back out mind, out of the way.
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