The whole world knew Elliot was crazy about Victoria.
That was why no one believed what happened the night before. Victoria had actually reached out, given him an opening, and Elliot never showed.
I woke up to a group chat that was practically exploding, messages flooding in one after another.
Every shared chat between Elliot and Victoria's circle was running bets on how I would try to win her back.
Would I crawl back on my knees begging for forgiveness? Would I break down in ugly sobs? Or would I pull another one of my suicide stunts?
Once I took full control of this body, I gained access to all of Elliot's memories.
A memory surfaced out of nowhere. Another late night, rain pouring down, freezing cold.
Victoria was drunk. She called Elliot to come get her. He had been deep asleep
