“Excuse me?”
“I don’t think I’ve seen her kind of talent in a long time. But she thinks that you don’t appreciate it. You think that she’s wasting her time.”
“So?”
“So I suggest you watch your mouth when you talk about your sister. Because if you don’t, then I’ll have to give you a lesson on what being an asshole really means. And trust me, I’d love to do that. I’d love to make you understand what’s gotten into me.”
With that, I leave.
My chest burns with the pain, with something that I have no clue about.
I don’t know what it is. I don’t know how to curb it.
All I know is that I can’t breathe. The whole world is closing in.
I need to get out of here.
I need to get out of this fucking city.
I need to go the fuck back.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ever since he went away and left me with a note, I’ve been thinking about Sarah.
A lot.
She said she’d be waiting for him when he came back.
Was she?
I bet she was.
She said that eight years’ worth of love is bigger than her one mistake. Honestly, I thought so too.
Until I found out about her mistake. About what she did to him.
To my Arrow.
I know he’s not mine but still.
Still, I’m so mad at her.
I mean, I’m not in her position, okay? I don’t know what went through her mind when she did what she did, when she slept with Ben.
But surely there was another way. A better way.
A better way thanlyingto the man you love and making him think that he failed, making him beat himself up like this.
So this past week I thought about it.
About the mistake she made and how angry I got over that, and how I still struggle to understand it and I wish I could call her.
I wish I could talk to her.
Because even though I never understood their relationship – I admit that now after that disastrous Friday dinner – I do understand something about making mistakes.
I’m in love with her ex-boyfriend.
