Gwen didn't want to call Jeremy. She just found herself thinking about him as she drove home; imagining driving to his house to talk it out. It needed to be raining for the proper drama, of course. Her hair would be wet, but still pretty somehow. She'd be crying, but prettily, not the way she always did.
It would be emotional and passionate and everything would be resolved by the time the rain cleared. It would be perfect if she could just get every little detail right.
Eighteen months of dating off and on. She wasn't half as interested in him as a person as in the drama of a sometimes-almost boyfriend.
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