A Million Little Stars
September.
Now it had been a month. A month of sadness. A month of lonely weekends. A month of pretending that she didn’t love him with all her heart.
He was great. He always made Taylor laugh, made her smile. But behind his back, she was crying.
She almost couldn’t take it. She saw them together. Hugging, touching, kissing. It hurt more than any physical pain Taylor could imagine.
But she stayed diligent. She stayed calm. She stayed loyal to her friend. Because without Sierra, she was a stranger. She was dust.
But without Thomas, she was the living dead.
He was great. He always made Taylor laugh, made her smile. But behind his back, she was crying.
She almost couldn’t take it. She saw them together. Hugging, touching, kissing. It hurt more than any physical pain Taylor could imagine.
But she stayed diligent. She stayed calm. She stayed loyal to her friend. Because without Sierra, she was a stranger. She was dust.
But without Thomas, she was the living dead.