Fifteen years after high school, I returned for our class time capsule. That night, as a teen, I’d dropped in the locket my boyfriend Brian had won for me—right before he abruptly ended things, saying I had “ruined everything.” I never knew why, until the day we dug it up, and my heart still carried the sting of that night.
Among the keepsakes was a letter from my former best friend, Jess. In it, she confessed to starting a false rumor that I’d cheated with another classmate. She even forged messages so Brian would believe it—all because she was jealous of me. Reading her words, I felt anger, sadness, and relief collide in a way I couldn’t have predicted.
When I confronted Jess, she admitted she’d been wrong and asked if she could try to rebuild our friendship. I didn’t forgive her instantly, but I left the door open. In her eyes, I could see the girl I’d once trusted, and part of me hoped she might earn that place again.
Later, Brian approached me, explaining he’d believed the lie and regretted not letting me explain. We were different people now, both living in New York. He asked me for just one date to make new memories. I agreed—on one condition: “Only if you win me a new locket,” I said, and for the first time in years, I felt a spark of something hopeful.
