/Tylors POV/
Tylor’s only goal at the moment was to remain calm and not try to scream at the person standing in front of him. His best friend.
Tylor had trusted Eleanor, had confided in her multiple times, relied on her, and sought comfort from her. Knowing that she was the reason who sabotaged his relationship with Anna, the person who meant everything to him was unbelievable. It crushed him to the core how she never once told him that it was because of her that he had to suffer.
He spent countless nights, mindlessly tossing and turning as he replayed that night before the prom, thinking he wasn’t enough for Anna. The pure anguish and despair on his face was her joy, and thinking about it made him sick to the stomach. Tylor replayed the conversation with her, and it only made him fur
