Goodbye just to forget you
The day I was trapped in the fire, my husband
was waiting outside the delivery room for his
first love.
I died in that inferno, nothing left but ashes.
When I woke up again, I was back in high
school.
Looking at that familiar face, all I felt was
nausea.
Ethan would never know that he lost more than
just me in that fire.
He also lost his unborn child.
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It was Ethan’s turn to clean the blackboard
today, but the name written there was clearly
Everyone was used to me covering for Ethan. After all, I used to be a total doormat for him.
“Showtime, Mia,” Chad tossed the eraser at my desk, gesturing for me to wipe the board for Ethan.
I stared at the eraser, scoffed, and walked towards the blackboard.
The girls who always looked down on my fawning over Ethan started their usual snide
remarks.
“Seriously, so shameless. She’s been doing this for ages, and he barely even looks at her.”
“I know, right? I heard she’s been chasing after
him since middle school.”
“I’d never stoop so low. It’s pathetic.”
Right, the whispers were never–ending.
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But the me of the past had chosen to ignore
them, blinded by a one–sided love that
ultimately led to my lonely death in the fire.
Even reborn, I wouldn’t forget the searing pain. of that night.
They say you have to hit rock bottom to turn.
things around.
Well, I hit rock bottom. Time to turn around.
Everyone probably expected me to do what I
always did: erase the board for Ethan, fetch him.
hot water… basically wait on him hand and
foot.
It was precisely because I was so used to giving
that Ethan, ten years later, mistook himself for
a king.
But not today.
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I looked at the girls who were mocking me with
feigned gratitude. “Thanks for the heads–up, ladies.”
“Freak.”
Ignoring their taunts, I erased my name from the blackboard and wrote Ethan’s in bold
letters.
“No need to change the name anymore, class president. Sorry to bother you all this time.”
The class stared at me, dumbfounded, as if I’d
done something truly shocking.
“Is she crazy?”
“What’s her deal now?”
“You guys don’t get it. It’s reverse psychology.
She’s playing hard to get, waiting for him to
come crawling back.”
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App Store
Whatever. I shrugged and looked at the math
equations covering the board.
As I put down the eraser, I saw Ethan walking
back from the basketball court.
