I didn’t even recognize myself when I looked in the mirror that morning.
My hair was tangled from tossing around on Ethan’s couch, my eyes swollen from crying, and there was this hollowness under my skin like someone had scooped me out and left me empty.
I looked empty and all of this was because of yesterday.
Yesterday had been… God, I didn’t even want to think about it.
Caleb cornering me in the cafeteria, that smug smile he had as he spoke to me, the way he slid his phone across the table like he was serving poison on a silver tray.
And the picture…Ryan kissing Jasmine.
It played on a loop in my head.
The tilt of Ryan’s head, the way Jasmine’s hand had curled into his shirt. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know when or why. My chest clenched every time I thought about it.
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