After the Slap

Summary

The argument with my childhood sweetheart ended with the sharp crack of his hand against my face, in front of everyone.

That day, I deleted him from my life. Every contact, every connection, gone.

No one could believe it. Aiden and I had grown up together. I’d been in love with him, trailing after him like a shadow for nine years straight.

“Why, Zoe? Was it really just because of that one slap?” he asked, his voice hollow with confusion.

“Yes,” I said, my own voice heavy with a certainty that felt like stone. “Because of that one slap.”