Why, God, why wasn’t it me? In this moment, I realize I’ve never hated Mason more. For prolonging this. For making me hang onto hope for years. For lying to him so much, and for so long, that I actually started to believe it. That she was out there. I fucking hate him. And for the first time ever… For one sharp, swift beat that will forever be a black spot on my shattered heart… I don’t wish it was me who got taken instead of Izzy. I wish it was him. Because then I’d have my sister back. We’d be together. I’d have Izzy, and I wouldn’t know what it’s like to kiss someone I’ll never have. I
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