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She’s gone, too.

Jessica

THE RESTAURANT IS PERFECT.

The flowers are on the table, the candles are lit, and the bottle of wine is open.

The only thing that’s missing from this perfect night is the perfect girl.

I wait anxiously, looking up every time someone walks through the doors, but happy couple after happy couple come inside.

Never her.

Never Toni.

Anxious, I look down at my phone, but there are no messages from her. There’s not a single missed call. We planned tonight for weeks. Well, I did, at least. Something must have come up. Something important. Toni never runs late.

I give her a call, but it goes straight to voicemail. It doesn’t even ring more than once. It’s like she rejected the call, sending me to voicemail.

My stomach twists.

In the history of us dating, Toni has never rejected my call. If she can’t answer, she lets it ring and go to voicemail or she picks up and promises to call me back later.

I send her a text, hoping I’m not coming on too strong, but also wondering where the hell my girlfriend is. Instead of feeling excited about the future of our lives, I’m suddenly feeling annoyed and a little embarrassed. She’s over twenty minutes late. The servers are starting to give me weird looks.

I don’t have to wait long.

I’m not going to make it.

That’s it.

No explanation.

No apology.

What do you mean????

I stare at the phone, wondering what I’m supposed to do now. In all of the different ways I saw the night going, her not coming isn’t something I could have possibly predicted.

She doesn’t text me back, though. Not that minute, not that hour. Not even that day. Another day goes by and then another, and finally, I show up on her doorstep demanding answers. She doesn’t answer, though, because she’s not there. No one is, and that’s the moment I realize I don’t know her at all.

I never have.

And I hate what Toni has done to me.

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