"Why did you love him?" Ryder asks, head tilting. It's not a sarcastic question, but a real one. One he wants the truth to.
"Because he..." I start, falling silent once more. Because he did what for me? All the flashbacks of our years together melt together in my brain, all the disappointment growing in a pile, getting heavier and heavier in my heart. All the disrespect line up in a neat row, and it's a clear picture that forms in my head. I loved what I did for him. I loved how all of it made me feel. I was mothering a grown man for years only to realize it now.
"Because I was stupid." I hiss, not at him, but myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"Don't speak that way about yourself," he grits out, chin dipping as he stares at me.
"You're not the one tethered to him," I roll my eyes. Ryde
