Blue

I’m twenty-one years old and I don’t know how to stop loving him.
That’s the problem.
Because Cassian was never meant to be loved like this.
He was the boy next door.
The one who climbed through my window in the middle of the night.
The one I gave everything to—without ever asking for anything back.
And he took it.
All of it.
Piece by piece, year by year, until there was nothing left of me that wasn’t his.
We grew up tangled together—
in grief, in silence, in things we never said out loud.
In a love that didn’t feel like love anymore, but something darker.
Something that held on tighter the more it hurt.
I knew he would ruin me.
I let him anyway.
Because some people don’t just break your heart—
they become a part of you.
And even after everything…
even after the damage, the distance, the years of trying to survive what we were,
I would still open the window.
Every single time.