My parents called to tell me they were heading to my childhood best friend’s house to meet his blind date. At that moment, my childhood best friend, Frank, was fast asleep beside me. I thought they were joking. "Frank," I whispered, "they're saying they found you a blind date." He hummed, a lazy sound, and pulled me tighter into his embrace. "Alright, Hannah. Pick out an outfit for me in a bit, maybe do my hair." When I didn't move, he cracked open an eye and scoffed. "Hey, what's wrong? We're just bed buddies. You didn't actually think I was going to marry you, did you?" I couldn't process it. All I could do was move, a flurry of awkward motion. I couldn't look at him. I pushed him away, scrambled to pick my clothes up off the floor, and pulled them on haphazardly. "Hannah, look at me." Frank propped his chin on his arm, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You didn't really think we were boyfriend and girlfriend, did you?" The phrase "bed buddies" echoed in my head. My hands were shaking so badly I couldn't fasten the clasp on my bra. Frank threw back the covers, revealing the lean, sharp lines of his abdomen, and knelt on the edge of the bed. His hands moved with a familiar ease, fastening the hooks for me. I kept my head down. "Who's the blind date?" I asked, my voice tight. I forced a bitter laugh. "Please don't tell me your parents just grabbed some random person from a park bench." I looked at myself in the mirror, at the constellation of red marks dotting my skin, my legs still aching from the night before. Frank, now wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, came up behind me and buried his face in my neck. "It's Angela." He flickered those handsome, almond-shaped eyes at me. "You remember. The senior from the art department in college. Angela." He added, a genuine note of excitement in his voice, "You know, the thought of seeing her again… I'm actually a little nervous." My hand, holding a tube of lipstick, froze. Of course I remembered. Frank had a massive crush on her, but before he could confess, she had moved abroad. I thought that was all in the past. Frank watched me in the mirror, his lips pursed. "Hey, Hannah. Don't go getting any funny ideas about me." "We grew up in diapers together. I mean, yeah, you're… beautiful, but I see you as a brother." "You're my best buddy—for food, for road trips, for… bed." It felt like a physical blow. A chill spread through my body. I looked at his smiling face and could only manage a weak, trembling smile in return. He kept going. "Besides, I know you so well. I know what you're going to wear every day, right down to the matching underwear set." "It's almost… boring." "Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and see you sleeping next to me, and honestly? It scares me." "It scares me that one day, maybe we’d end up like our parents joked, actually married. My whole life, just… mapped out from start to finish." He shuddered, as if the very thought was terrifying. I dug my nails into my palm, fighting to keep the tears from falling. "I have to go." I wrapped myself in my coat and fled like a coward. I thought Frank and I were in a relationship. We acted like any other couple. We ate together, went on dates, hung out with friends. During games of Truth or Dare, we would kiss each other deeply and say "I love you" without a second thought. Frank would pick me up from work every single rainy day. He would secretly hold my hand under the table at family dinners. I had no idea that what I thought was a six-month relationship was just a childish game to him. "Hannah?" My mom tapped on the car window, peering in with concern. I snapped back to reality. Seeing my tear-streaked face in the rearview mirror, I quickly wiped my eyes, called out a shaky response, and got out of the car. "Mom!" I threw my arms around her, burying my face in her shoulder to hide my expression. "I missed you," I said with a laugh. My mom, holding a bag of groceries, took my arm, looking relieved. "Honey, why were you just sitting in the car? You scared me. Didn't you see the news about people suffocating in their cars…?" I nodded along. Suddenly, her tone shifted. "By the way, Hannah, Frank's blind date is coming over soon. Your Uncle and Aunt are taking this very seriously. I hear Frank planned this whole thing for a long time. He said he was worried the girl might feel awkward, and having you there would make her more comfortable." "You know how close I am with his mom. So today, when we go…" She looked at me, her expression pained, trailing off. I forced a smile. "I know, Mom. Don't worry. I'm great at breaking the ice, saying the right things. I get it." My mom gave me a look filled with pity. Of course she knew. A photo of Frank and me sat on my nightstand. I treasured every gift he'd ever given me, not to mention the notebooks filled with a love I couldn't hide. How could she not know? We walked home in silence. As we reached the door, I spoke up, my voice suddenly light. "Dad's retiring next month. Let's move to the coast." I looked at my mother's startled face and smiled playfully. "You two have always talked about retiring there. I don't have any big dreams. I'd be happy just being a dance teacher, staying by your side." Sitting in Frank's house with my parents felt different this time. We were usually so boisterous, laughing and joking. The last time we were here, we had used a video game as an excuse to sneak into his room and kiss. This time… "Oh, Mary, you have no idea the lengths that boy of mine went to for this Angela," Frank’s mom said to mine. "A direct pursuit would have been too simple for him. No, he had to insist on the pretense of 'dating with the intention of marriage.' He made his father pull all sorts of strings just to get her to show up today for a 'blind date'." I looked around the meticulously decorated house, filled with bouquets of roses. There were platters of fruit and sweets on the table. Even their little dog was wearing a bright red sweater. And Frank was standing in front of a mirror, checking his reflection over and over, making sure he was perfect. The irony was laughable. Just last night, we were tangled in the sheets, and he was kissing the small red mole on my waist with such passion. And the underwear he was wearing right now? I bought it for him. "It's just such a shame…" Frank's mom sighed, taking my mother's hand. "We always said we’d be in-laws one day. We even had a childhood betrothal for the kids!" She glanced at me. "I truly adore Hannah. She's not just beautiful, she's got such a wonderful, bright personality…" I lowered my eyes, not daring to speak, terrified that a single wrong move would cause my tears to fall. "Mom!" Frank frowned, clearly displeased. "You said it yourself, that was your generation's thing. You and Aunt Mary are close, why don't you marry her? What's it got to do with me?" "What century are we in? Stop bringing up that old-fashioned nonsense." He showed no regard for his mother's feelings. He then turned to me, his tone hard, as if I had put her up to it. "Hannah, where's the bracelet my mom gave you?" When I didn't respond, he strode over, grabbed my wrist, and pushed up my sleeve. "The one from the betrothal thing. I'm afraid Angela will see it and get upset…" The words hung in the air. My dad and his, who had been drinking tea, stopped. My mom, who was arranging flowers for him, stopped. In an instant, the atmosphere turned ugly. My mother stared at me, then slammed the vase and scissors down on the table with a clatter. She started to stand, but Frank's mom quickly pulled her back. Frank's mom stood up, placing herself firmly in front of me and giving Frank a hard shove. "Frank! What do you think you're doing?" "Putting aside the fact that nothing is settled with this Angela… you were the one who got on your knees and begged Hannah to wear that bracelet when you were seventeen!" It was as if Frank's soul finally returned to his body. He remembered. He remembered the year someone else confessed their feelings for me. Panicked, he'd gotten drunk, stolen the family heirloom bracelet, and showed up at my house in the middle of the night, crying, pleading, even kneeling, begging me to wear it. He tugged at his collar, took a deep breath, and then smiled at me. "I'm just a little on edge. You're right, you don't take back a gift. You should keep it." "It's fine. I'll give it back to you. I'll go home and get it now," I interrupted, my voice calm. "I'll be right back. I won't be long." Before anyone could react, I grabbed my bag and walked out. When I returned with the bracelet and was about to knock, a chorus of cheers stopped me— "Welcome…" Frank's smile froze the moment he saw me. "What are you doing here?" He seemed shocked that I had come back, and even more shocked that I had actually brought the bracelet. When I held it out to him, his face was a mask of disbelief. Finally, he took it and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Hannah, for the sake of our… partnership, don't cause any trouble today." "Angela's a sensitive girl. Don't say anything to upset her." I didn't want to engage with him. Angela was a sensitive girl, and I wasn't? I looked at the boy I had loved for my entire youth, and a bone-deep chill threatened to swallow me whole. Ten minutes later, Angela was escorted into the house by a family friend. The parents all chatted amiably. That was why my parents were here—to subtly lay out our family's background and future prospects for the go-between. Throughout it all, Frank sat beside Angela, his every gesture radiating care. He was nearly thirty, but he acted like a nervous teenager. I had nothing to do, which suited me fine. I was just looking for a chance to slip away. Unexpectedly, Angela turned to me, her gaze soft. "You must be Hannah. I've heard so much about you. The goddess of the art department, wasn't it?" Startled to be addressed, I waved my hands dismissively. "Oh, no, not at all. That was just everyone fooling around in school." I hoped the attention would quickly shift. But Angela persisted. "Not at all! After you performed that classical dance at the ball, the entire area under your dorm was filled with flowers the next day." Before I could speak, she tugged playfully at Frank's arm. "You two were childhood sweethearts. How did you not end up together? I remember you were inseparable. Everyone thought you'd get married." Every eye in the room turned to me. I couldn't explain it, but this seemingly harmless woman radiated a strange hostility towards me. "Her?" Frank looked at Angela, handing her a peeled apple. "In your eyes, she might be a goddess or whatever. But to me, she's just a tomboy. The brother I grew up sharing pants with." As if recalling a memory, Frank let out a chuckle. "You have no idea. When Hannah cried as a kid, snot and tears would just stream down her face. If I didn't wipe that huge glob of snot for her, it would have gone right into her mouth." "And when she was fifteen, she fainted during gym class and started talking nonsense, flailing her arms and legs around…" "I have to go, I have something to do." I stood up, barely containing my anger, and managed a tight smile for the adults. "You all chat." Angela looked at Frank with a concerned expression. "Did I say something wrong to upset her?" Frank glared at me, as if blaming me for ruining the mood. Before he could speak, I cut him off. "I have a date with my boyfriend tonight. I'll be late if I don't leave now." "When did you get a boyfriend?" I had one foot out the door when Frank grabbed my arm. "How come I don't know about it?" In front of everyone, including Angela, my face flushed. I struggled to pull my arm free. "What business is it of yours whether I have a boyfriend or not?" I snapped. "My own parents haven't even asked. Why should you care?" "Frank!" his father said in a low, stern voice. "Sit down! What kind of behavior is this?" I used the opportunity to bow to the adults. "Goodbye, Uncle, Auntie." From behind me, I heard Angela's sweet voice. "Hannah is so beautiful and performs on stage so often, she must have plenty of admirers… It's only natural for her to be dating. I think I even saw a hickey under her scarf earlier." Realizing she might have overstepped, she paused, adding sheepishly, "Maybe it's because we art students are different. We painters are a bit quieter, whereas you dancers are more… open. But I respect every girl's choice." I didn't hear what they said about me after that. My style had always been a bit bolder. It was a classic case of lifting one up by putting another down, using me as a foil to make her look better. And I could only imagine how Frank would join in on belittling me. But they didn't know. My claim about having a boyfriend was a lie, but my plan to leave this place and move to the coast was very, very real. I started researching houses and job opportunities there. I threw myself into the planning, busying myself so I wouldn't have time to think about Frank. We grew up together. He had always played the part of the warm, caring older brother next door, standing up for me whenever I was bullied. When I was ten, I was being mischievous and begged him to stay with me at the amusement park until nine at night. Both sets of parents were so worried they called the police, finally finding us playing house in a sandbox. He took all the blame, saying it was his fault. That night, his father hit him a dozen times with a feather duster. I cried, insisting it was my idea, but Frank, with a defiant lift of his brow, insisted it was all on him. Later, as I grew more beautiful and he more handsome, we became the "golden couple" in everyone's eyes. I truly believed I had been given the script for a perfect life. [When are you free?] A message from Frank popped up. I wiped a tear from my eye. Before I could even type a question mark, another message came through. [Come get your stuff from my place. I'm inviting Angela over in a few days.] I took a deep breath, calming myself. Less than twenty-four hours ago, we were cuddling on the couch in that apartment, watching a romance movie, our passion leading us late into the night. And now… I gave a bitter smile. I unpinned his chat from the top of my list and sent a single, detached word: [K.] I locked myself in my room that day. My parents came home not long after I did. "The coast is thousands of miles away, Hannah. Once you're there, coming back will be difficult," my mom said, watching me cautiously. My dad, hiding behind his newspaper, was also sneaking glances at me. I pulled on my coat. "The weather there is amazing! Isn't it your dream to retire there?" I smiled and put my arm around her shoulder. "The only thing is, the job market isn't great. I'm thinking of opening my own dance studio… As for performing again, you know I don't really care about that." "But…" my mom frowned, her mouth opening and closing. "Hannah, you…" I glanced at the time. "It's fine, Mom. I'm serious about this. I'm fine, and my head is clear. You don't have to worry about me." "You two, on the other hand, should start thinking about the money." I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "I've got to run. Talk later." I thought maybe time and distance would heal the pain. I felt a sense of peace. My devout, passionate love had gone unspoken, but at least I hadn't lost my dignity. I thought Frank and I could part amicably. I just never expected to be locked out. I stood at the door, keying in the password again and again. [INCORRECT PASSWORD] [INCORRECT PASSWORD] A flame of anger ignited in my chest. When knocking got no response, my rational mind took over. I remembered I could call him. After a series of beeps, the call was disconnected. After my fifth attempt, a text came through: [On a date. Do not disturb.] I took a long breath, resisting the urge to curse him out. [Password.] The next second, a glaring red exclamation mark stung my eyes. Frank had deleted me!
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