The knife twisted again.
He really had moved on.
The knife tore my heart in two.
It was all true.
All of it.
I sat here staring at him, missing him, hating him, loving him. I never knew I could feel so alone when I wasn’t. But watching Matt with that girl? I’d never felt more alone in my life. Like my solitude was strangling me.
I watched her kiss away his laughter. My replacement. A better version, really. She wasn’t Isabella. She looked oddly familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Maybe she’d gone to Empire High. I had no idea. All I knew was that she was prettier than me. And had bigger breasts. Her bathing suit was expensive. She clearly fit better into his world than I did. Not that it was a competition. Matt certainly seemed to prefer her.
He thought I was dead.
And he’d moved on. I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks.
I wanted to be happy for him. But it was like he’d just forgotten me. Had he ever hurt as much as I did? Did he even care that I was gone?
He’d said things to me that I didn’t think would be easily transferable to someone else. But was anything he said ever true?
Screw him.
Screw his new girlfriend.
I hoped they were happy together. I hoped they had a winter wedding and a honeymoon at the beach. I hoped they had four kids and spent summers out by the pool. I hoped they lived happily ever after.My happily ever after.I felt like it had beenstolen from me. Like Matt had stolen my dreams and put in a substitute.
How could he be so okay when I was gone?
How?
Fucking how?
I started choking on my sobs.
Well, fine. He could have my happily ever after with someone new. I didn’t want it anymore. Not with Matt. Not here. I didn’t want any of it.
But…I didn’t move. I just kept staring at him betraying me.
He was supposed to wait for me.
I'd waited for him. I’d wait a lifetime for him.
I’d had temptation and I didn’t give in. He’d given in. Who knew how many times. And despite what he said, he was the liar. Not me. I meant every promise I’d made to him. I meant it. I was here because I loved him. When did he stop loving me?
Was it after the pudding prank?
Was he relieved I was dead?
How could he be? I still fucking loved him.
I wiped the tears off my cheeks.
Good for him. He never had to hurt like I did. He never had to suffer. Because he was Empire High’s golden boy. He got everything he wanted handed to him on a silver platter. And he didn’t want me anymore. Maybe he never did. That’s how it felt. Like he never cared at all.
I heard her start moaning again.
Again? Seriously? They’d just banged. I couldn’t look. I couldn’t listen.
