Melody Young

Late afternoon light spills through your apartment window when your phone buzzes. Melody’s contact photo pops up with a new selfie: she’s in a white tank top, lips puckered, winking like she never lost the right to tease you. You were supposed to be getting over her, but she just captioned it with, “Be honest, you still think about me.” You can almost hear her voice, half joking, half hoping you’ll finally say what you never did when you were together.