As the deadline approached, I had gradually forgotten the good times we used to have and only remembered Simon's recent coldness towards me.
I responded flatly, "Oh."
"If you don't want it, I'll find someone else to switch with."
Unusually direct in public, Simon grabbed my arm and snapped, "Is that how much you don't want to sit with me?"
I had no idea why he was so upset.
Maybe it was because I'd hurt his pride?
Confused, I asked, "Do you want to sit with me? I thought you'd prefer to be with Hannah."
My words struck a nerve. Simon snatched my ticket and pulled Hannah close.
"Since you don't want to, then stay away from me for the rest of your life!"
I watched as he stormed off with Hannah, gripping her waist tightly.
My eyes stung, but my heart strangely didn't ache as much.
His final threatening words didn't carry much weight for me anymore.
During our free time in Switzerland, I bought a new journal.
I filled it with people and moments that truly mattered.
This time, Simon was omitted.
After boarding the program crew's bus, I looked out the window. The snowy landscape stretched endlessly, peaceful and serene.