Sarah’s voice shook as she spoke. She was standing face-to-face with someone she had known her entire life. A person who had haunted her thoughts for ages, because they had made a mistake. An obviously avoidable and mind-boggling stupid… mistake. And all Sarah could do was watch.

Not anymore.

"You… let them… slip away," she accused, her tone sharp with frustration. “From the moment he smiled at you, you… felt it. You can’t deny it, girl, I know you… too damn well."

The eyes on the receiving end just stared at her, expression unreadable. Sarah’s fists clenched. "You went on that date, remember? It was perfect. He was perfect, laughing at your jokes, asking you questions like he actually gave a damn. Then, out of nowhere, he had to leave, right? An emergency at home. Remember?"

Sarah steadied herself to continue amidst the deafening onslaught of silence. "And what did you do? You waited… for a call, a text. And when it didn't come, you… what? Gave up. Took it as a rejection, huh?"

The absence of a defense only fueled Sarah’s anger. "You never considered Jonah had a real reason, a reason that wasn’t about you. You didn’t think, 'Maybe they needed your help.' No, you assumed the worst, like it was all about you and your damn pride."

Her voice rose, tears stinging her eyes. "All this time, you’ve been so angry, dragging your resentment like a f**** ball and chain. But I know the truth…" Her voice dropped to a whisper, regret replacing anger. "You’re the one that ended it. It was you!"

Sarah paused, then stared into the unflinching eyes before her. With tears streaming, reflected back at her through the bathroom vanity mirror, she desperately wished things had been different.