Lydia’s POV
My mind was a mess. I new this was my fault. I loved Yara so much, but hated her at the same time. I found it hard to be happy for her. I missed her terribly, but I also wanted to never see her again. I had no control over my feelings and the boys wore starting to notice.
For as long as I can remember I was jealous of Yara. She had everything I wanted in my mind. Some days I felt normal around her. Like we could always be with eachother, but everything seemed to come easy to her. I felt like I struggled with the little of things.
When I was happy I felt invincible like I could do 20 things at once. When I was sad Yara would have to drag me out of my bed. She would wash me, dress me and put on my make up. She would spend hours trying to get me to function, hiding it from ou
