Sutton
I'm sprawled out across Miranda's bed, her leaving me to let me think things through and have time to myself. I'm staring at a plush pink bunny sitting in the corner on a shelf with my thoughts spiraling out of control because next to that pink bunny is a photo. Not just any photo but a photo of Miranda, Caleb, and Juliet. I don't need anyone to tell me that's Juliet besides Caleb, his arm around her shoulder, the contempt smile on his face, that tells me everything. Even if I can move past all of this, everything the two of us have been through, how do I know I'm not just a consolation prize?
Knowing it all, learning the truth, I should be able to move forward, yet it holds me back even more. Caleb shut the whole world out because of Juliet. I somehow feel like I'm only filling a
