“But… yeah. I thought you should know.”
The message ended.
I sat there.
Phone still in my hand.
Heart doing something I didn’t like.
Something uneven.
I typed.
Deleted.
Typed again.
Did you plan it?
Sent.
Almost immediately, he replied.
No.
Then another message.
It was a coincidence.
I stared at the screen.
My jaw tightened slightly.
I don’t want anything of mine hovering around him.
There.
Clear.
Simple.
Straight.
He replied after a few seconds.
I understand.
dropped my phone beside me.
Lay back.
Stared at the ceiling.
Coincidence.
I repeated the word in my head.

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