JETT
Exhaling, I slid into my car, but I could not bring myself to start the engine with all the noise in my head, so I paused.
With my hands on the steering wheel, my fingers clenched and relaxed as I sat there, allowing whatever it was that I was feeling, rejection, perhaps to have its fill.
The feeling was new to me and it stung. It didn’t sting because I thought Fia didn’t care; I knew she did, and I knew she didn’t mean to make me feel so… discarded. But still, I couldn’t help how I felt.
I’d never been on this side before. I was always the one who stepped away clean and untouched, with no mess or strings. But with her, things were different, and I realised something else.
I was afraid that, even though she said she loved me and I believed her, she would choose him out of obli
