Be Attached. Being Attached

XX.

She met him.

After all freaking 4 months, she finally met him again.

Shawn Dawson. Her first heartbreak. Her worst heartbreak.

He smiled at her when they met in the campus hallway. He still smelled like cedarwood and savory. In contrast with Jonah's smell. Jonah's smell was a mix of white musk and wood sage. Shawn smelled like candy, Jonah smelled like heroine to her.

He was still the same. With his bright brown hair, he called her name and talked to her like they never happened. Like it never happened. Like they never dated before, like he wasn't cheating on her right in front of her eyes when they both were sophomore.

It hurt her to think about it. It's not like she was still in love with him. No, she moved on. But the pain would always be there. Would always be deep deep down inside her. The wound is still there, not dry enough to her to forget about it.

When she came home, the darkness welcomed her. She walked into the refrigerator and found a post-it from Jonah.

He was not home. Good. She didn't want him to hear her ugly sobs, crying over her asshole of ex boyfriend.

She put the post-in on the dining table and threw her bag away.

She started to cry.