A laugh follows the voice. I know the laugh just as clearly as I know the person the voice belongs to. Any day but today. Moving on is hard in a small town. I am over him, but I am not okay with her being with him. She should have realized that being with him would hurt me. Of all my exes, she choose him. She could have dated any one else and it would have been easier to handle. Instead she choose him. Did she choose him because she knew it would hurt me? Could she have chosen him because she truly has feelings? I wish if she had had feelings, she would have voiced them sooner.
My eyes meet Reagan's in hopes she hears what I am hearing. She looks confused at first and then her eyes bulge. She hears them both. I want to leave. This town is too small. Wherever I turn, he is there. Now he
