Delivering My Son's Ashes to His Father's Party - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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I stepped closer, keeping my voice steady. "You're not the same person anymore."
"Does that frighten you?"
Tyler's cracked lips stretched into a forced smile.
I stayed silent, shaking my head.
"You look exhausted. Sit down."
He patted the edge of the bed, motioning for me to join him.
I lowered myself onto the mattress, my gaze cool as I studied the man I'd once loved—and resented.
The air between us hung heavy until Tyler finally spoke, his voice thick with nostalgia. "Wendy, I wish I could turn back time."
"How far?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.
His eyes locked onto mine, intense. "Back to when you were still that sweet girl."
"For the past six months, every time I close my eyes, I see you—sitting there, tilting your head as you listened to the teacher. And me, in the back row, just watching you."
A faint smile touched his lips.
"Everything was... simpler then."
The warmth in his expression was laced with longing.
"You probably don't realize how much I despised you back then."
The memory flashed through my mind—that mischievous, infuriating boy who'd driven me crazy.
"Oh, I knew."
Tyler chuckled, unapologetic. "I acted up on purpose. Just to piss off the teachers."
"No deeper reason."
"I just wanted you to notice me."
His grin widened. "And look—you still remember how annoying I was. Means it worked, right?"
For a moment, we just smiled at each other.
Then silence settled again.
I watched him, calm and detached, while his eyes burned with the same intensity as before.
But my voice stayed even as I finally asked, "So... you've liked me all this time?"
"Does that frighten you?"
Tyler's cracked lips stretched into a forced smile.
I stayed silent, shaking my head.
"You look exhausted. Sit down."
He patted the edge of the bed, motioning for me to join him.
I lowered myself onto the mattress, my gaze cool as I studied the man I'd once loved—and resented.
The air between us hung heavy until Tyler finally spoke, his voice thick with nostalgia. "Wendy, I wish I could turn back time."
"How far?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.
His eyes locked onto mine, intense. "Back to when you were still that sweet girl."
"For the past six months, every time I close my eyes, I see you—sitting there, tilting your head as you listened to the teacher. And me, in the back row, just watching you."
A faint smile touched his lips.
"Everything was... simpler then."
The warmth in his expression was laced with longing.
"You probably don't realize how much I despised you back then."
The memory flashed through my mind—that mischievous, infuriating boy who'd driven me crazy.
"Oh, I knew."
Tyler chuckled, unapologetic. "I acted up on purpose. Just to piss off the teachers."
"No deeper reason."
"I just wanted you to notice me."
His grin widened. "And look—you still remember how annoying I was. Means it worked, right?"
For a moment, we just smiled at each other.
Then silence settled again.
I watched him, calm and detached, while his eyes burned with the same intensity as before.
But my voice stayed even as I finally asked, "So... you've liked me all this time?"
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