His Playlist

"If you had a chance to go back and change everything, would you do it? Would you go back and give us just one more yesterday?"

"Things wouldn't have ended up any differently. I knew what a mess I had gotten myself into the second I kissed you," she told him and this time it was his turn to flinch.

"Then why did you kiss me in the first place?" he asked giving her a look full of pain and maybe even disgust. But no trace of regret.

"Because it's hard, Aiden. It's hard to see the book with the prettiest cover and not read it. Who knew it had the saddest ending?" she muttered daring to look into his brown eyes just barely meeting his stare.

He reached into her sweater pocket and pulled the cassette out from under her reach with one of his cold hands. He looked at the cassette and then looked back up at her.

"I guess this means our story is over," he says giving Isabelle one last glance before throwing the cassette out into the cold running stream. The second it left his hands she knew she had given him the wrong answer.

If she had known the real ending to this story she would have changed it all. She would have traded all of her tomorrows for just one more yesterday with him.

Who knew that getting over a boy was one sad playlist away?
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Short story with irregular updates bc life is busy,,, apparently