Fifteen years after graduating, I returned to my hometown to open our high school time capsule. What seemed like a nostalgic reunion quickly turned into something deeper. As we unearthed old memories, I discovered the shocking truth about the betrayal and heartbreak that shaped my life all those years ago.
We stood in the schoolyard under the dark sky, our class gathered in secret.
I felt nervous, hoping no one would find us.
“Dig faster!” Jess, my best friend, ordered, her voice sharp and impatient.
“If you’re so clever, do it yourself!” Malcolm snapped, his shovel pausing mid-air.
Jess rolled her eyes. “I have a manicure and white sneakers. You know I can’t.
These boys are useless,” she added, glancing at me.
I smiled faintly, trying to hide my unease. My eyes stayed on Brian, who stood a few steps away, looking at the ground.
He was my boyfriend, but tonight something felt wrong. He hadn’t said a word to me, no explanation, nothing.
I’d tried to ask him what was going on, but every time, he turned away.
“Done!” Malcolm yelled, pulling me from my thoughts.
The capsule was open. Everyone tossed in little keepsakes and letters. I held the locket Brian had won for me at the fair.
It was special to me, but now it felt heavy.
I dropped it in and walked back to Brian.
“Why aren’t you talking to me?” I asked, stepping closer to Brian. He stayed quiet, his eyes focused somewhere far away. “Brian, what’s wrong?
Can you just explain what’s going on?” I pressed, my voice shaking.
Without a word, he turned and started walking away.
“You promised to love me for my whole life! Are those words meaningless now?!” I shouted after him, my voice breaking.
Brian stopped and turned around. His eyes met mine, cold and distant.
“You ruined everything yourself,” he said, his tone flat. Then he turned away again.
“What?! What do you mean?
I don’t understand what I did wrong!” I screamed, my chest tight with panic.
Brian kept walking. I dropped to my knees, tears streaming down my face. Jess hurried over and wrapped her arms around me.
15 years later…
I sat in front of my laptop, staring at Malcolm’s email.
It felt strange hearing from him after all this time.
The email was simple, reminding me that in two days, we were supposed to dig up the time capsule we’d buried as teenagers.
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