“Come on, it’s just pizza.”
“I just want to talk.”
“I miss you so much.”
Ella knew that meeting him was not just about pizza. He would try to worm his way back into her life. John would beg for forgiveness. Again.
Yet here she was, standing outside of the cafe deciding whether or not to grant his request.
Maybe I should forgive him. I mean, we had some good times. Before.
Then images paraded through her mind like a bad slideshow. Broken promises. Lies. Disappointment. Fear.
Be smart. Don’t fall for it again.
She walked away.
Pizza for one.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
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