there was this: everyone I’d ever loved had left me. Everybody grew weary of me. My parents. My exes. My friends, who fell further and further out of touch. You’re just… a lot, one of my coworkers had told me one night, drunk off her ass and airing out her many complaints. You’re a lot, Noël. I knew that. Everybody who ever met me knew that. Didn’t Wyatt remember meeting me a week ago when I’d been dumped and thrown away? There was a reason for that. Surely he had to understand he was scooping up someone else’s trash. I’d thought, with Jenna— But I’d been wrong, and history had been right.
