Tyler
At some point in my life, I’ll have to admit that standing in front of my bathroom mirror at 2am, having full mental conversations with myself, isn’t going to fix anything.
It’s not going to change a damn thing.
Because I’ll still walk into those school halls the next day and mess every up
For Sydney Walker.
Of course.
‘Back off, Tyler. You’re not Batman.’ I’d told myself more times than I could count. “Let her do what she wants. She’ll learn eventually.’
But then…
“Why do you care?” she’d asked me in that library aisle, and I swear my heart had dropped.
Why did I care?
Why did I care that Sydney Walker was sitting there,tucked into that corner of the library like she belonged there—with him?
Sitting so close to Dean, like it was the right thing to do?
Letting him lean in
