~•Liam•~
We sat silently for the next few minutes, both lost in our thoughts. I’d heard her. And it ignited something in me.
The realization that she was just like me—if not more broken, more hurt—hit hard. And it made me feel so f*****g bad.
Because we had history. And not the good kind.
I mean, I’m a better person now than I was sixteen years ago. Therapy helped—it f*****g did. But that couldn’t erase the pain I’d caused, especially hers.
No excuse could justify it. But she made me curious. The new girl in school, with big glasses and long skirts, always sat in the back of the class like no one noticed her.
But I did.
And I wanted to push her, see how far she’d go before she broke.
Funny thing—she never did. She just pressed her lips together and walked away. I never saw a tear.
