I made a mistake.
A mistake that I should have spotted a mile away.
A mistake so terrible it left me angry, alone, and with a big gaping hole in my chest.
I fell in love and the moment I let it show he just walked away. Choosing himself over us. That was more important to him than everything we shared, all the moments I confused for meaning something, when they didn't mean a thing.
There would always be bigger and better things compared to me. Why hadn't I learned my lesson yet? I knew better. I was the other one. The sister, the friend, the consolation prize, but never the one.
We had promised each other one night,
but I'd give anything for one more night...