Chapter 7: My Ex

Can someone really be prepared for meeting their ex, especially when the said ex hurt them badly. I lost count the number of times I simulated my reaction if and when I run into Tim, and despite my plenty preparation I was still taken unawares by his appearance on the other side of the elevator. Everything I practiced flew out of the window.

He too was facing the same problem as me. At least I knew the possibility of running into him, but he had no clue and if I wasn't thrown by his sudden appearance I would have found the expression on his face comical.

He was the first to snap out of his shocked spell, and while I still battled myself for what to say he spoke.

“Ruby.”

He said my name softly, like it was something precious, and any other time in the past I would have been glad to hear him call my name like this, but a lot of things has happened to us, and he has lost the right to whisper my name like this.

The seconds it took for him to address me gave me time to compose myself an