seeing miller again was a brutal, suffocating weight in his chest, hitting him with the exact same crippling insecurity that had defined his entire high school existence. back then, he ➥
she had gone to a party that night to get her mind off of him. seeing him on campus was bad enough, but getting a text from her ex? it was fucking torture. she’d spent the rest of the day trying to wash her mind clean of the very thought of him. merely thinking about him . . .
but he didn’t lift a finger to intervene. he just stepped back and watched his ex-girlfriend viciously verbally assaulted the girl, the entire packed party growing dead silent around them ➥