Romance
At the company team dinner, my boyfriend, Jax Vance, went out of his way to grab two drinks.He handed one to Chloe Ward, my best friend sitting across from us. He set the other one down in front of me.My friend smiled and bowed her head. "You're so thoughtful, Jax. You always remember my stomach can't handle ice."I looked down at the mango slush. I pushed the cup away without a word."What's wrong?" Jax asked casually."I'm deathly allergic to mangoes," I said. "Did you forget again?"He paused for a second. Then he let out a careless laugh."It's not a big deal," he said. "Just scoop the fruit out."He remembered every detail about her. She didn't eat cilantro. She hated onions. She only drank her tea with thirty percent sugar and no ice.But he forgot that my throat would close up if I touched a mango. To him, that was just something I could "scoop out."I finally saw the truth.When someone didn't care, even life-or-death moments would mean nothing to them.On the ride home, I sat alone in the backseat.I watched the two of them in the front. They looked so good together.Suddenly, a strange wave of relief washed over me.A relationship where my life didn't even matter? I didn't want it anymore.
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