“In your eyes, does that make me a bad girl? Ryan, was there ever even the tiniest flicker of feeling for me? Not even a little?”
Ryan stayed silent.
And that silence was his answer.
“I understand.”
Ryan met my gaze.
“Claire, as long as you admit your mistakes and stop interfering, we can still be friends. On the way back, Emily was even defending you—she said you didn’t mean to, that it wasn’t all your fault.”
I let out a bitter laugh.
“So, what, I should thank her for that?”
My sarcastic tone only fueled Ryan’s displeasure.
“Claire, when did you become so unreasonable? I came here thinking I’d comfort you, but clearly that was a mistake.”
His brows knit tightly.
“You know I like Emily, so stay away from me. Don’t upset her.”
Ryan stepped back, widening the space between us.
“Claire, I think being liked by you is disgusting. I don’t want to see you in college. Stay away from our world.”
With that, Ryan left.
From behind me, I pulled out the diary.
The only proof that the twenty-eight-year-old Ryan had ever existed.
The only thing I had carried with me from the other world.
That night, I scrolled across Ryan’s social media.
He was planning a confession.
And the date was just three days away.