Wishing for his pain

Aislin knew it was childish, but it felt great to delete all traces of Gabe from her computer. Hundreds of emails and pictures gone with a click. Blocked from sending instant messages. Phone number deleted from her cell phone.

Gabe had very little recourse to make a feeble appology and little chance of being able to track her life through electronic means.

They hadn't spoken in a few months, but in light of his betrayal she felt somehow vidicated by cutting off contact.

Aislin believed in dating karma. This would bite him in the ass someday, maybe in Boston.