“What did I do wrong?” What did she do wrong? She was blaming herself, even though there was nothing she could’ve ever done wrong— besides falling for a guy like me. I was watching as it happened, as my coldness began to break her heart. She might’ve been able to read me from day one, but over the past few months, I’d learned how to read her right back. I was hurting her, cutting into her heart and leaving her there to bleed.
