It’s been two years, 11 months, and one day since Eric and Reese last saw each other. Sitting in a corner of her favorite bookstore, Reese has been contemplating whether she should stay in the city; she was supposed to meet him for coffee later.
She breathed out. Unconsciously, she had been holding her breath. “Will anything good even come out of this?” she asked herself, somewhat anxious. Although they aren’t necessarily on bad terms at the moment, she and Eric aren’t exactly the best of friends either. She wanted to catch up, though. What has he been up to? Is he still taking extra classes? Is he studying now? Has he been talking to their mutual friends? Because it’s not as if he’s a stranger to her. She used to know his thoughts, his dreams. Eric had been a part of her life. Back then, a day without talking to him would have felt incomplete. Plus, Eric was the one who invited her. Maybe he wanted to know how she’s doing now, too? Or maybe, just maybe… he wanted to get back with her since they didn’t really have closure?
Reese quickly shrugged off the last thought. “Please. That’s irrational,” she thought.
Possible scenarios ran through her head, though.
If they do meet up, they might be able to treat each other like how they would treat their other friends. They would, maybe, hug as a greeting? Perhaps a handshake may do. Then they’ll talk about what they’ve done during the time they haven’t been in contact with each other. Or, they could just be awkward toward each other: not being able to make eye contact, dead air, anxiety. Que horror!
What if he’s trying to invite her to work for him, because, surprise! He’s a big shot CEO at some company that’s quickly gaining fame. What if he’s trying to invite her to his wedding, though…? By this time, the creases on her forehead increased; Reese’s ideas were getting worse by the minute.
However, if he or she cancels the meetup, all the unnecessary stress would stop. She can continue on her book-buying spree and spend the night reading or binge-watching. Alone. Slowly, she stopped feeling tense.
That idea suddenly seemed more appealing to her than to meet with an ex. After all, an ex is an ex — you two broke up for a reason. Do you need to be reminded why?
If you were Reese, what would you have done?
prompt from writeworld