-Irene-
The letter burned a hole in my bag. Not literally, but it felt like it. Every step I took toward the parking lot made me more aware of it. Tucked between the pages of my notebook like some dirty secret I never meant to have.
I should’ve thrown it out.
I should throw it out.
But instead, I kept walking, my fingers clenching and unclenching the strap of my bag like it would calm the war in my head.
Chan was waiting by his car, leaning against the side like he always did, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, the late afternoon sun hitting his face just right. His collar was slightly loosened, top button undone, sleeves rolled up.
That dumb, fluttery feeling in my chest? Still there. Even now. He spotted me and smiled. And just like that, the noise in my brain quieted a l
