Bella
“I’ve been in love with her since secondary school,” she said. “Not the kind of love where you just want to be friends forever. The real kind. The kind that hurts every time she talks about some guy she’s dating. Every time she posts pictures with Darrell, smiling like he’s the one. I watched it for years, Bella. Years of pretending it didn’t kill me a little every day.”
She paused, picked up the soda again, and took another sip like it was liquid courage.
“When Gina started complaining about him… how distant he was, how the spark was gone, how she was thinking of ending it—I saw an opening. Not for me. Not yet. But if Darrell cheated… if he proved he wasn’t worth it… maybe she’d finally see she deserved better. Maybe she’d leave him, and maybe, just maybe, she’d look at me differ
