"Back then, Lucas probably loved her very much."
Such a simple sentence, yet it felt like my heart was being ripped apart. The pain was suffocating.
Just then, my phone rang. It was Natalie. Strangely, I felt a flicker of disappointment.
She asked where I was, but I didn't tell her the truth. I simply said I was fine and asked her not to worry.
After hanging up, I stared blankly at my phone.
Since I had stormed out, Lucas hadn't called. Was he still figuring out how to explain himself, or did he simply not care, continuing to enjoy his night of fun?
"And Nancy? Did she love him?"
Though I knew the truth would crush me, I couldn't stop myself from digging deeper.
Frank took a drag from his cigarette, then picked up a can of beer. He popped it open with a crisp *pop*, took a swig, and only then spoke slowly.
"In my opinion, Nancy's love for Lucas wasn't any less. But she was insecure, not brave enough."