An invitation or not

The autumn sun slanted through the window of Lita's apartment, painting warm stripes across the worn rustic floor. Julie sat at the kitchen table, drinking from a mug of hot tea with the discussion with Lita still echoing in her ears. It was Five years since she had broken up with Den, five years since she had last felt the sting of his rejection and the echo of his words.

“Two months.” Lita had said, her voice hushed. “And he is marrying Angela. That girl who used to work at the tech establishment, you know?” She said after reading the invitation.

A surge of nausea washed over Julie, and she pushed her tea away, the bitterness moping on her tongue. It was her fault. She had been foolish, a fool to think that she could jump back into the past and to believe that their love could be reignited. They were in different places now, their lives moving in separate directions and their hearts belonging to different people.

“It's okay.” Lita had said. “You will be fine, Julie. You are strong,