On our first anniversary, I woke to the smell of bacon and cinnamon toast. Clay stood by the bed, tray in hand, smiling softly. “Happy anniversary,” he said. Clay wasn’t the romantic type. He’d never said “I love you.” But that morning, he brought me breakfast and announced a surprise road trip — just us, no phones. I thought maybe he was finally ready to move on from his past. The drive was peaceful — blue skies, cornfields, his playlist humming. He kept the destination a mystery, smiling when I guessed. It felt hopeful.
But something shifted. When I pointed out wildflowers that reminded me of my grandma’s garden, Clay brushed it off. “That’s not what I meant,” he said. “Look at the slope. The light.” His tone stung. I reminded myself — he planned this. This was effort. This was love… right? We arrived at a secluded park in the afternoon. He led me down a wooded trail to a small waterfall, mist glowing in the sun. It was beautiful. “I think I’ve been here before,” I said, remembering a childhood camping trip. His face fell.
“You’ve seen it already?” He barely spoke after that. At the motel nearby, silence hung heavy.Needing air, I stepped outside — and that’s when I saw it: a heart carved into a tree. Clay + Megan. My stomach dropped. Back in the room, I asked quietly, “This trip… was it about her?” He stared at the floor. “I thought maybe if I brought you here, I could rewrite the memory. Make it ours.” “Do you still love her?” I asked. “I don’t think so. But I miss who I was with her.” And just like that, I realized:
I wasn’t the reason for this trip. I was the replacement. Still, I said it: “I love you.” He didn’t say it back. So I walked outside, tears dried on my cheeks, heart aching. Then I heard, “Wait!” Clay ran after me, barefoot, breathless. “I was wrong,” he said. “You’re not a stand-in. You’re the real thing.” Then, finally: “I love you too.” He shouted it. Said it again. Held my face in his hands. And for the first time, it felt like this story was ours — not haunted, not borrowed. Real. And finally, beginning.