#Chapter 37
Evelyn
Pepperoni isn't my cup of tea—well more like slice of pizza—I liked it with extra cheese black olives and green pepper. An odd combination that sets my stomach on fire afterward, but I love it.
/"I never forgot Evelyn./" My heart squeezes into the size of a ping-pong ball. I don't know whether that happens because of pain or the sheer joy that he hasn't been able to forget me.
/"You should have. It isn't like you and I would have a chance./" I bitterly tell him. Even though a part of me hates me for those words.
/"The possibility of you is better than no reality of you./" My heart skips a beat.
/"When did the others leave?/" I divert the topic, not wanting to talk about things that'll rip out the old me.
/"Around ten. Your guy friend wanted to stay back and drive you home, but he had an emergency and had to rush./" I wonder what emergency made Ivan leave.
/"So you volunteered to stay,/" I sort of tease him.
