UNKNOWN POV
She gets away with everything. She gets to have everything.
That’s what I kept coming back to. Not just him. Not what he does for her or how he looks at her or the way his whole body shifts when she’s in the room. All of that burns, yes. But what really ate at me was her. Just her. The way she moved through the world was so carefree and unbothered.
I’d watched her go to school and settle on the first day, and go to class and back to her apartment and live this little life she’s built for herself, and all I can think is how unfair it is.
How does she get to have him, and I don’t?
How does she get to be loved, and I don’t?
How she gets to walk into rooms full of people who care about her while I sit in the dark and count the ways she’s stolen from me.
And she doesn’t even
