C H A S T I T Y
Year 2010
18 years old
“Well, Myles kind of mentioned that you liked photography, so I kind of made it up to head to Sapphire Shores for the weekend, maybe visit that museum of infamous photographs taken by famous photographers. But then the s**t-ass storm happened, so we got stuck. I hope we can head there tomorrow on a clear day.”
I hate it so much because his words made me feel as though something was tickling beneath my skin. Even though he said it so calmly and without even looking at me, I doubt he even meant it, and I truly, absolutely and disgustingly hate that he now has that kind of power over me.
“And why is that?” I chirped, trying to find my voice.
He looked at me and questioned, “What do you mean?”
“Why all of a sudden?” I asked back.
“Why all of a su
