The entire room fell silent.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m pretty sure my soul left my body for at least three full seconds.<\/p>\n
One of the interviewers looked confused.
\n\u2014 \u201cYou two know each other?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan never took his eyes off me.
\n\u201cShe used to be my neighbor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Used to.<\/p>\n
The way he said it made twenty years of memories hit me all at once.<\/p>\n
The scraped knees.<\/p>\n
The ice cream.<\/p>\n
The afternoons sitting beside him while he studied.<\/p>\n
And that ridiculous little promise I made at seven years old.<\/p>\n
My face burned with embarrassment.<\/p>\n
I cleared my throat quickly.
\n\u201cI\u2026 uh\u2026 was a very dramatic child.\u201d<\/p>\n
A few people laughed softly.<\/p>\n
But Ethan didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
He looked strangely emotional for a moment before finally sitting down at the head of the table.<\/p>\n
The interview somehow continued, although I barely remember answering another question properly.<\/p>\n
Every time I looked up, Ethan was watching me with this unreadable expression that made my stomach twist into knots.<\/p>\n
When it finally ended, the hiring manager smiled politely.
\n\u201cThank you for coming in, Miss Carter. We\u2019ll contact you soon.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gathered my r\u00e9sum\u00e9 so quickly I nearly dropped my purse.<\/p>\n
I just wanted to escape.<\/p>\n
But right as I reached the door, Ethan spoke again.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hearing my name in his voice after fifteen years felt unreal.<\/p>\n
I turned slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you stay a moment?\u201d<\/p>\n
The rest of the committee exchanged looks before quietly leaving the room one by one.<\/p>\n
Then it was just us.<\/p>\n
For the first time in fifteen years.<\/p>\n
Neither of us spoke immediately.<\/p>\n
Ethan leaned back slightly, studying me carefully like he was trying to match the woman in front of him to the stubborn little girl from his memories.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really did it,\u201d he said softly.<\/p>\n
I blinked.
\n\u201cDid what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou studied hard.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something about that sentence nearly made me cry.<\/p>\n
I laughed nervously instead.
\n\u201cWell\u2026 somebody told me to.\u201d<\/p>\n
A slow smile appeared on his face again.<\/p>\n
God, that smile was dangerous.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remembered that?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at my hands.
\n\u201cI remembered everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became quiet again.<\/p>\n
But not awkward quiet.<\/p>\n
The kind of quiet filled with unfinished feelings.<\/p>\n
Finally, Ethan stood up and walked toward the window overlooking Manhattan.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know,\u201d he said quietly, \u201cafter I moved away, I used to wonder about you sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes?\u201d I teased softly before I could stop myself.<\/p>\n
He laughed under his breath.
\n\u201cOkay. More than sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That confession hit harder than I expected.<\/p>\n
I swallowed carefully.
\n\u201cWhy did you leave without saying goodbye?\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time since I walked in, genuine sadness crossed his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy grandmother died,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cAnd honestly\u2026 I was barely surviving back then. I was working two jobs, sleeping in my car some nights. I didn\u2019t want you remembering me like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened painfully.<\/p>\n
All those years, I imagined he had simply forgotten me.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, he had been struggling alone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI waited for you,\u201d I admitted quietly.<\/p>\n
Ethan looked back at me sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.
\n\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
A tiny smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.
\n\u201cClaire, your mother mailed me one of your graduation photos years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.
\n\u201cShe did what?!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote on the back: \u2018The little girl still talks about you.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
I covered my face in horror while Ethan laughed for the first time fully.<\/p>\n
And honestly?<\/p>\n
Hearing him laugh again healed something inside me I didn\u2019t even realize was broken.<\/p>\n
Then his expression softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what the worst part is?\u201d he asked quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI almost didn\u2019t come into this interview today.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
He stepped closer slowly.
\n\u201cAnd if I hadn\u2019t\u2026 I might\u2019ve missed you again.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart was beating so hard I thought he could probably hear it.<\/p>\n
Then he said the one thing seven-year-old me would\u2019ve exploded over:<\/p>\n
\u201cDinner tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to act calm.<\/p>\n
Tried to act mature.<\/p>\n
Tried very hard not to grin like an idiot.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you asking because of my r\u00e9sum\u00e9,\u201d I teased, \u201cor because I once publicly announced I was going to marry you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ethan smiled slowly.
\n\u201cHonestly? Probably both.\u201d<\/p>\n
Three years later, on a warm spring evening in Chicago, I stood in a white dress beside the same apartment courtyard where I once cried and demanded to marry my neighbor.<\/p>\n
The old neighbors came to the wedding laughing about how I apparently bullied destiny into existence.<\/p>\n
My mother cried through the entire ceremony.<\/p>\n
And Ethan?<\/p>\n
Right before we said our vows, he leaned down and whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cSo\u2026 I guess we finally talked about it after you grew up.\u201d<\/p>\n
This time, when I answered\u2026<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t cry.<\/p>\n
I simply smiled and said:<\/p>\n
\u201cTold you I was stubborn.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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