Bailey
It felt like my mind was on replay, stuck in an endless cycle of mental torture. How he had ignored me like I was some dirt stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Or, maybe I was overthinking it, maybe he hadn't seen me, maybe it wasn't even him? Even that excuse was laughable. Did I do something wrong? Or had I been the only one who had enjoyed our night together and imagined a night again like that?
Maybe I had imagined he felt the same way I had felt. There were so many maybes, so many probabilities, but I needed something as concrete as the pillow propping my neck. That night, I felt him holding back, and for some reason, it felt like he always held back.
He was a contrast to his brother, Welwyn. He had been expressive and outgoing from the onset and there were no secrets where h
