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AvsMan77: What a shame. You’re a great writer. You deserve more spotlight.
Fuckboy. Definitely not a troll, just someone who liked my photo on the main page and decided he needed a new way to get his rocks off.
IzzyWritestheTruth: I am perfectly happy with my blog and its followers but thank you. I’ll pass on whatever it is you’re offering. Good day.
A couple minutes pass and I think I might have finally got him. One of my better takeaways from the journalism industry was the ability to shut people like this down. Some people have nothing better to do than harass people on the internet. But on my perfect rainy day, I’m not dealing with it. He’s not going to ruin my mood.
“Mommy, look at this,” Jaxon runs up to me.
“What did you make?” I smile and brush his dark brown hair from his face. His glasses, which are almost too big for his small face, slide down the bridge of his nose and I take them off to clean the smudges from the lenses.
“It’s a Play-Doh donut. A Play-Donut!” He giggles.
“Oh my goodness it looks delicious! Can I eat it?”
“No!” Jaxon giggles again. “It’s not real, mommy.”
“Oh silly me. You’re right.”
My computer buzzes and I glance back at the screen.
Then my heart slams into my ribcage. It might have stopped beating all together, I don’t know.
“Mommy? Mommy can we?”
“Can we what baby?” I ask as I read the comment multiple times to make sure I’m not seeing things.
“Get real donuts.”
“In the morning, Jax.” I say breathily.
“The morning? But that’s so far away.”
I turn my attention back to Jaxon and smile. “We can have them in the morning for breakfast. Okay? We’ll go to the bakery first thing and pick out a whole box of them.”
“A whole box of donuts for breakfast? Yes! I’m going to make a bunch of Play-Donuts to show you the flavors I want.”
“You do that, baby.” I say, patting him on the back as he skips off to the table.
AvsMan77: Damn, Izzy-not-Isabelle. You have not changed.
I have always told people I hate when they call me Isabelle. Pretty much everyone I’ve ever met has learned that upfront. But only one person has ever given me shit for it. Only one person has continued to call me Isabelle even when I made it very clear that’s not my name. Only one person has ever called me Izzy-not-Isabelle.
I pull out my phone and go to my contacts. His name is still saved. Even though I got a new phone with a new number, my contacts transferred. And while I never planned to contact him for any reason, I also never bothered to erase him either.
The problem is, even if I did erase his number, I would still know it. I can’t forget it.
For the past five years, no matter how much I’ve wanted to, I can’t forget Ethan Savage.
I don’t want to talk to him but right now, I don’t think I have a choice. So I click on his name and shoot a text before I can change my mind.
Izzy- What do you want?
My skin feels like I’ve been electrocuted and the residual shock waves are still buzzing over my skin as I wait for a response. But I don’t have to wait long. Hardly a minute passes before Ethan texts me back.
Ethan- Hello Izzy. It’s been a while.
Izzy- It has. Now what do you want?