Conor's face drops as my words hit him. For a moment, he looks genuinely taken aback, like he didn't expect me to bring it up so directly. Then, the familiar mask slips back on—casual, unbothered.
"Whoa, hold on," he says, leaning forward slightly. "I didn't ignore you, Lily. I was just... caught up in everything, you know? It was a hectic day."
His words are calm, but there's a hint of defensiveness creeping in. He's trying to explain it away, like it wasn't a big deal, like I'm reading too much into it.
"When I came to pick up Anne, I was in a rush. I didn't mean to make you feel left out," he adds, giving me a half-smile, as if that's enough to smooth things over. "I mean, come on, you know I'd never do that on purpose."
There's a moment where he pauses, waiting for me to let it go like I always do. He probably expects me to smile and say, *Yeah, you're right, it was nothing*. But this time, I don't.
He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm sorry if it came off like I was ignoring you. That wasn't my intention at all."
His words are an apology, but the tone feels like he's still brushing it aside—like it wasn't important enough to warrant my frustration. He's trying to keep the conversation light, trying to avoid the real issue without fully taking responsibility.
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The best man
ChickLitLily and Conor have been inseparable since their university days, bound by a deep friendship that has weathered the test of time. While Conor appreciates Lily's presence in his life and the comfort of their relationship, he remains oblivious to the...
