I had been pacing around the room for what felt like hours, searching for something to do. The two brothers had abandoned me, and all I had left was my mind spinning, replaying moments with him—the one who had me twisted up inside. Every time I got close to him, it was like a mix of burning heat and bone-chilling cold, my heart hammering, my thoughts scattered with every single glance. I couldn’t stop thinking about how to get closer to him, how to finally unravel what was happening between us.
Today, I learned a bit more about him. He was sad. And as I pieced it together, I realized the girl he'd loved before—she was the lucky one. Her memory still haunted both of the brothers, even after she was gone. And here I was, looking so much like her that no matter what I did, they would always
