CAMILLA’S POV
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By late afternoon, I’m alone, sitting on my couch while watching Grey’s Anatomy, tossing popcorn at the big TV screen, sneering. I shouldn’t have told Jared about this show, because now that’s all I think about when I watch it.
All I can think of is how invested he got, his reactions that made me laugh from the pit of my stomach, and the way he laughed when I cried about something stupid, like when a patient died.
All I see is him when watching Grey’s Anatomy, and now I lowkey hate the show, just because I have this aggravating pulse in my chest for him.
He’s unfair towards me, and a lot of hatred bubbles up, and soon the bubbling will boil over and it would be too late to actually care what he hell he thinks of me, because he’ll be dead to me.
Why do I let people in
