Gauge Yes, she thought, why not? She'd been staring at the frosted glass of the taxi window for the past ten minutes, watching the city lights blur into streaks of color as the car weaved through the late-night traffic. The GPS in the car had chirped a final 'You have arrived' just moments ago, but she was still stuck, suspended somewhere between here and there, between the past and the present.

She had nothing to lose.

The thought echoed in her mind, a little voice whispering it like a mantra she'd picked up somewhere along the line. It was easier to believe this time than it ever had before. Five years. Five years had passed since the last time she'd seen him, since the whole drunken mess at the campus bar, the awkward goodbyes, the broken promises, the inevitable breakup. She'd thought about it countless times, replayed conversations in her head, second-guessed every stupid decision she'd made back then. It always ended the same way—her heart breaking a little more with each replay.