Oh. So it was her. Out of all people I’d considered (which did not include her), it had to be her. The one that I least expected to be able to do something like this to me. The one that I had trusted the most. But no matter how often I blink, the message on her phone doesn’t vanish. It is written there in black and white, and it’s probably been there for ages. Maybe she wanted to tell me to clear her conscience. Or she never really intended to and just typed it in to see what if feels like. It doesn’t matter anyway, she didn’t have the courage to hit the send button after all. And to be honest, it doesn’t really matter anyway. She’d ruinied my life and no apology in the world could’ve changed anything about it.