There isn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for the people I care about. My sister used to say I would move mountains if it meant that the people around me were happy. Somewhere between her death and the last year and a half, that part of me, the compassionate side of me, has gotten lost. I don’t know that girl anymore. It’s as if we’re two separate people. A mirror image.
I think after Sienna died, I realized that some people are no good for me, despite how much I might love and care about them.
I take a slow walk back towards the principal’s office, my head in a daze. Everything feels foggy, dreamlike as if the last twenty minutes never happened. The kiss with Zachary, the conversation with Arun. The idea of having someone else pierce the fierce bubble I have created since Sienna is almost too m
