My Nasty Ex-girlfriend

I had a train running through my head. I had barely slept. Madiso

ght peeked through the blinds, making stripes of light dance across

and now I felt like I was trying to

oughts. I grabbed it, expecting news from work or a text fr

t I got your number from Michael. I wanted to say thank you for

o, she got Michael involved. Just typical Madison

interrupted

how up unannounced again. Just let

t of me wanted to block her and act like she never returned. But a nagging curiosity li

t the office, the usual buzz of Foster & Co. swirled around me. The so

esk just minutes later, a

he said, placing a cof

mpliment," I mutte

n a little, "you

glare. "Did s

much. Just that she needed your number. I t

wrong," I s

faded into concern. "Ethan, maybe this

u really think listening to her e

if you don't deal with this now

ow. Instead, I buried myself in work, trying t

ything I did reminded me of Madison. I

ent, I grabbed my phone

Tomorrow. Noon.

s myself, I hit send. She

k you, Ethan.

ed with memories. Checkered floors and bright red booths brought a smile to my face, but I couldn't shak

oom. She wore a deep green coat that made her hazel eyes po

liding into the s

ly, feeling the we

nsure of how to start. "

nt," I prompted, try

, Ethan. And honestly, you have every right to be. But I

crossing my arm

ago, I was scared. I was scared of losing you, but I was also scared of my life spiraling out of co

hide my confusion. "You messe

Ethan. That night, when you thought you sa

was my best friend, and seeing them t

you after all this time?

nsisted, her tone firm but plea

o walk away and bury the past for good. But the other

g in my gut told me that whatever she had to