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He was good He was better than good I’d give hio, he hadis that so safe about floating through life on a cloud of ignorance It is, as they say, bliss after all

Soe of a tiny little crack, and every day that crack got a little bit bigger And every day I wondered, is this the day that I’ll shatter? Is this the day that I lose it and ruin the perfect lie that is my life?

Turns out Sunday wasn’t the day for cracking and spilling Nope It had been no different froone for a run, had breakfast with Moot dressed for church I wore a pale pink skirt and a sleeveless white blouse, loss on irl I was supposed to be

Dad always left early—said he needed tio over his seran I played the piano and sang a few hyave him their love and money and that was that

But as I sat there beside my mother in the first row and watched and listened as iveness and acceptance, I felt different It wasn’t just that I felt betrayed and angry—I’d been feeling those things forto me I didn’t see sunbeams anymore—they’

d disappeared along with ht and easy smile They’d been replaced by a darkness that seeped deeper intoI could do about it

Forgiveness

Acceptance

What Ever

I wantedanytiiveable Sos that the truth could never fix And that realization was probably the saddestI was seventeen, what did that say about my future?

So I was still pondering all of that stuff Monday afternoon as I sat in the library waiting for Trevor Mrs Henney came by and asked if Trevor was okay I sirls one table over were listening closely What else could I say? It’s not as if I knew anything, and besides, it felt weird discussing Trevor behind his back

Mrs Henney hung around a few, she cleared her throat and moved on

Hailey was on her way ho trip, and she’d texted me at least twenty ti and super fluffy texts filled with happy faces and the nauy, but I had to be honest, I was a little jealous as well How could I not be? The texts They were unending

Hales: do you think love at first sight is real

Me: no