Ashley. One of Adrien’s closest friends. She and I had been friendly, but never truly close. She always struck me as the type who wanted to be the voice of reason, even when her reasoning was questionable.
Her message was a paragraph long.
You know he adored you, right? You were safe for him. The reliable one. But maybe that wasn’t enough for you. Maybe you wanted fireworks or some dramatic love story. Not everyone works on your timeline, Meera. If someone needs time, you give it to them. That’s what love is. But maybe you weren’t “the one” after all. He’ll find someone who doesn’t pressure him.
Pressure.
That word stung more than I wanted to admit.
Was proposing twice pressuring?
Was asking for clarity pressuring?
Was wanting someone who wanted me too much to ask?
I didn’t reply. I didn’t trust myself to. But the message echoed in my head.
He’ll find someone better.
Better. As if I was a placeholder, a warm-up version, the safe choice. The reliable one. Not the desired one.
A backup plan.
The thought hollowed me out.
By the end of the day, my phone had over forty missed mess
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