The Lost Decade Chapter 13

The Lost Decade Chapter 13

I wasn’t against seeing old classmates, but I had no desire to see Wyatt Pierce again

I was just about to decline when it was like the other side read my mind.

“Don’t worry. Wyatt’s a big shot now. He doesn’t have time to come to reunions for little people like us

I tightened my grip on my phone.

I thought about it and agreed.

After all, I’d left in such a hurry back then that I never got to say a proper goodbye to my friends.

The next day, I flew back to the West Coast.

The air in my hometown was still so dry. But it had a familiar, nostalgic feel to it.

I took a cab to the reunion venue.

The moment I pushed open the door to the private room-

The tall, straight-backed figure standing by the window crashed directly into my vision.

I froze in my tracks.

Wyatt spun around abruptly. The second he laid eyes on me, a surge of emotion so powerful it threatened to drown me flooded his gaze.

Across the crowd of people, we stared at each other from a distance.

Time didn’t seem to have left many marks on him. Aside from looking a bit more mature and composed, not

much had changed.

I didn’t move, and I didn’t speak.

But he suddenly pushed through the crowd and rushed up to me, pulling me into a suffocatingly tight

embrace.

“Why… why did you do this to me…”

“Cora, these five years-I’ve been going out of my mind.”

Feeling the strange, crushing hug, I shoved him hard.

“Wyatt Pierce, control yourself.”

The body holding me went rigid.

My single sentence seemed to shatter all the courage he’d built up over five years.

He slowly released me, his gaze locking dead onto my eyes.

When he found no trace of joy at seeing him again-not even hatred-his pupils began to tremble violently

“Cora, don’t you…”

I finished his sentence for him.

“I know what you’re going to ask. Those so-called ten years-I don’t remember any of them. In my world, it never happened.”

“You and I are just high school classmates.”