The Hunt

by Nichole Greene

“Because that’s what you’re actually upset about. You’re blaming yourself for something you couldn’t stop and we couldn’t foresee.”

“Do you think it’s possible to love more than one person at once?” “Yes. It’s not like your heart has a set capacity for love. It just gets bigger the more you add to it.”

“Why? I left you. I ran. You should hate me.” She shakes her head. “There shouldn’t be any warmth left in your heart for me after doing what I’ve done.” “Even cold hearts beat, Vi. Mine will always beat for you.”

The people who matter don’t care, and the ones who do care, can fuck off.