~Lyra~
“Spare me the shaky voice and the tears, Tasha. I’m not ready to be comforted by the same hands that held him while I was crying about him to you. I’m not ready to hear your sad little redemption story about how it was a mistake and you’ve hated yourself ever since. You hated yourself in silence. Privately. While I hated myself out loud. While I drowned in it. While I doubted everything about me.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Do you even know what it did to me?” I demanded, standing slowly like my legs were powered by rage and heartbreak and Red Bull. “Do you even f*****g know what it felt like? Sitting in my room, sobbing over a boy who broke me, while you sat next to me — nodding like you cared, acting like my pain was safe with you — and you were the reason I was in pain t
