“Do you always have to compete with Chelsea?Are you done being irrational,Madeline?”
So that’s what I was to him—irrational.Even when I told him I was sick.
I stared up at his beautiful,unrecognizable face,memories flooding back to the days after my brother passed.
Alexander was 18 back then.He couldn’t bear to see me sad,so he did everything to make me smile again.
He carried me on his back,running through the spring breeze,holding me under the stars as he made promises.He said he would love me for a thousand years,that he’d never let me be sad.
If he broke his promise,he’d swallow a thousand needles.
But in the end,he did break it.
The vows we made were still fresh in my mind,but the boy who kissed me in the spring wind was gone.
“Madeline,don’t misunderstand.There’s nothing going on between me and Alexander,”Chelsea said,her eyes red,tears perfectly placed on her face.
“The shower in my room is broken.That’s why I used your bathroom.I’ll take my things and go back to the guest room.Don’t worry,I won’t get in the way.”
She turned to leave,and that’s when I saw it—the lacy lingerie scattered across the bed I shared with Alexander.
It wasn’t mine.