“Maybe we should separate. Name your prize and leave.” Dylan said and I hiccuped immediately. What was he saying? Just then, my phone buzzed and I knew why he wanted a divorce. My sister was back. Even after three years of dedication and loving him, it turned out Dylan never got over Lexa. He was quick to rush to her as soon as she arrived in the city. Tears welled up in my eyes realising I was nothing but a space holder for my sister. He discarded me as soon as she was back. Fine, I would leave, but the next time you see me, I won't be the same. And goodbye forever, I’ll forget we ever met.