Flash Fiction: Pink Cotton Candy

     I pull apart the pink cotton candy, my fingers getting stickier with every bite I take. I love the sugary feeling it gives me. I close my eyes, happy and content.

     I lean back, waiting for my boyfriend, Felix, to show up. I wait and wait and wait. I call him but he won't answer. Finally he shows up with two pink cotton candies.

     "How'd you know I wanted cotton candy? You're the best boyfriend ever, " I say hugging him. But I don't really mean it. He hates cotton candy. Something's wrong. He just smiles at my comment. Not his adorable smile with dimples. A timid, weird smile.

     He takes my hand and stands me up. We walk onto a bridge in the park. It's like a perfect movie in a movie. A movie that Felix would hate. Except it's not. Something's wrong. This isn't the place where he'll propose to me. He's going to break up with me.

     He doesn't look into my eyes as he says, "This isn't going to work anymore. I'm in love with someone else." He just walks away.

     I stare out onto the river, stunned. I never thought this would happen to me. But I don't think I'm sad. I feel fine. I push the confusion away and decide it's time to move on. I drop my cotton candy and walk away.

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