Her words kept playing in my head.
I couldn't for the life of me understand why she would say that. Why she’d say that I am lucky.
I want to argue with her. I want to prove that she's wrong. I want to remind her of everything Alec put me through—of what I endured in his arms, at his hands—but I don’t.
This isn't about comparing who had it worse. This isn't about measuring pain like it’s a competition. This isn't about comparison at all.
She went through what she did, even though she hasn't told me what it is, and I'm sure to her it was the greatest, most heartbreaking pain she's ever felt. I went through what I did with Alec, and for me, it was the hardest, most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever faced.
It doesn't matter whose pain cuts deeper. Doesn't matter the level. Doesn't matter how
