Not me.
Finn.
I’m not jealous.
I refuse to call it that.
Jealousy is stupid.Weak.Pointless.
But something about that image—the way she leaned into him, the way he looked at her like she was fragile and holy at the same time—makes my stomach tighten with something sharp and bitter.
He’ll fall in love with her.
He already is.
And I’m—
I rub a hand over my jaw, trying to force the thought away.
I don’t do love.
Or softness.
Or sleeping next to someone just to keep them safe.
Except I do.
I did.
Last night, I sat on Kael’s bedroom floor and listened to her breathing soften until she fell asleep.I watched Finn and Kael watch her like she was their center of gravity.
And I felt something shift in my chest that I haven’t named yet.
I walk back to her living room.
Her jacket is still there.
Her couch.
Her scent.
Her ghost.
She left this space behind tonight.
She trusted us instead.
Trusted me.
The thought stops me mid-step.
I sit on her couch.
Slowly.
Like if I move too fast, the air will crack.
My hands rest on my knees.I look at the dark TV screen reflecting a faint outline of my body.
