The vacations Sebastian and I took weren’t vacations. Sebastian stayed locked in meetings all day, while I staged perfect Instagram shots to keep up the farce that we were madly in love. Then, we’d take loving photos at sunset and sleep in opposite rooms from each other. We used to sleep in the same room, but I couldn’t manage it when he would come home at ten every single night. My heart told me he was with someone else. I made an excuse that I slept better on my own.
