They say we lie to survive but some lies don’t protect, they wreck everything. I learned that the night we buried our high school time capsule. Back then, I was dating Brian, my first love. We were young, hopeful, and I imagined we’d be together forever. My best friend Jess stood by my side—or so I thought. That night, as we buried the capsule, Brian acted cold and distant. Without warning, he walked away, accusing me of ruining everything. I was heartbroken and confused. Jess comforted me… but something always felt off.
Fifteen years passed. Then, an email from Malcolm another classmate reminded me it was time to dig up the capsule. Despite the pain, I returned. Standing on the schoolyard again stirred old memories. Brian and Jess arrived late, walking side by side. I assumed they were still together. It hurt more than I expected.
