“For the past two years, it’s been pure fucking torture being near you all the time, watching you date dickhead after dickhead — none of them making you happy, none of them even seeing you, the real you, or even bothering all that hard to try. Two fucking years of standing in the shadows. Every boat day, every backyard barbecue. Watching while they touched you like you belonged to them. Trying not to turn fucking feral because they got to taste something that always should’ve been mine.”
