ZARA; His basement.
I was fighting back tears as Riley and I finally walked out of the lecture hall. The chatter behind us faded, but the heaviness in my chest didn’t.
Riley didn’t say a word. I think she understood she always did. She just walked beside me quietly, like she knew that any single question right now would break whatever fragile hold I had on my emotions.
My throat burned, and my hands trembled as I clutched my bag tighter.
I hated how much this hurt. I hated that I cared this much.
I was being pathetic, a complete pick me and I knew it.
But deep down… I just wanted Jace to choose our friendship. To choose me, the way I’d always chosen him.
Maybe that was too much to hope for.
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