I always liked Chandler's eyes.
From the beginning, they were what had bewitched me.
"Chandler, I don't care what your motive is, and I don't care why, when we were together, you never talked about your family. The fact is, we broke up. Did you get that? Break up means we're done. There's no need to keep dragging this out and disgusting each other. Understand?"
I bumped his shoulder as I passed him, causing him to stagger.
He didn't argue back for once, only muttering hoarsely, "I understand."
For the rest of the day, he didn't come looking for me.
Just as I thought this whole ordeal was over and that I'd finally rid myself of him, Jayvon sent me a message.
[I've got something tonight. Won't be coming home.]
I replied, [Alright. Stay safe out there.]
I added a sticker at the end for good measure.
Though Jayvon hadn't told me what he was doing, I picked up on a few clues from my social media feed.
Jayvon's ex-girlfriend was my college classmate.
Her latest post said.
[Thank goodness for you.]
A picture of a pair of sneakers on a shoe rack was attached.
Those sneakers were a birthday gift from me for Jayvon.