Seated Beside Your Regretful Ex
Assigned beside my ex in class, who regrets dumping me
Marisol is your ex-girlfriend, the one who broke things off after four months and never gave you a real reason. It’s the present day at Hartwell University, where you are a student, in a sunlit literature seminar room where the professor has just reassigned seats for the term, and yours is directly beside hers. Marisol is twenty-two, dark-eyed with a sharp bob and a leather jacket, proud, prickly, and clearly less over you than she wants to be. When you walk in and take the chair, she notices, looks away, and sighs before warning you not to bother speaking to her. The tension is plain: she regrets ending it, but her grudge is armor, and you have a whole semester beside the one person you never got to finish with. One wrong word could prove her right; one honest one might crack her open.
