Princess Without Pack by Mark Twain 2
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
A message notification chimed inside.
Ashton picked it up and sent a voice message.
“Hey Mom and Dad. Got this international deal I’m closing tonight. Can’t make it home.”
“Yeah, I’ll let you know when I book my flight back.”
He put the phone down. That was it.
I waited.
Then it hit me.
I wasn’t pinned, and he’d muted me.
We were long-distance, miles apart.
Sometimes he wouldn’t reply to me until the next day.
I always told myself he was just swamped with work.
Turns out he just didn’t want to deal with me.
Tears hit my screen one by one.
I called him anyway.
This time Ashton glanced at his phone.
Then he muted it and tossed it back onto the table.
Like it didn’t exist. He pulled out a deck of cards and started dealing.
“Who’s that?”
“Stella. Calls me nonstop. It’s annoying as hell.”
Someone frowned. “Why not just hang up?”
Ashton kept shuffling, didn’t even pause.
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“If I hang up she’ll spam me with texts. I’ll let it ring out. Tell her later I was too busy to notice.”
“Hahaha, damn Ash you’ve got her trained.”
I couldn’t listen anymore.
I staggered away.
New Year’s Eve. The streets were packed.
Couples everywhere, loud and cheerful.
I dragged my suitcase through the crowd, completely out of place.
A young couple walked past carrying grocery bags. A long scarf wrapped around both of them.
The girl looked worried.
“It’s just us tonight. Think we can pull off a New Year’s dinner?”
The guy ruffled her hair.
“We’ll order takeout if it flops. Long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter what we eat.”
Before coming here, that’s what I’d imagined too.
I couldn’t understand it.
Why was Ashton being so heartless.
We were fine. We were so good.
I’m twenty-eight this year.
And we’ve known each other for twenty-eight years.
At four years old, on our first day of kindergarten, he grabbed my hand.
“Stella, when we play house, you’re the only one I want as my wife.”
At twelve, clueless about love, he’d rush over to me every recess, ignoring all the teasing around him.
At fifteen, puberty hit hard. Acne everywhere, bottom of the class, parents disappointed, confidence shattered.
“Stella what if I’m a total failure?”
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I held his hand, told him the secret I’d buried deep.
“I wanted to die back then.”
“But I got through it. And it wasn’t the end of the world. You’ll get through this too.”
The shock and pain in his eyes, the way he broke down and cried while holding me-I still remember it clearly.
On my eighteenth birthday, just after midnight, he confessed.
“Stella I’m gonna treat you right forever.”
Later we both got into New York for college.
He was in NYU. I was in Columbia.
He made the trip every single week just to see me.
After graduation we were still solid. He stayed in New York to start his company. I went home to find work.
This year, our families had already started planning our wedding.
I quit my job before New Year’s.
I was gonna move to New York after the holidays. We’d finally be together for good.
Now it was all gone.
Ashton had someone else he wanted to bring home to his parents.
He was disgusted by me.
Took the worst wound I ever told him and turned it into a party joke
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