The top item on my to-do list has been there, unchecked, for twenty-two days. "Make it better." But I can't. I don't even know where to begin. Maybe I should break it down into simpler steps- start with "call him"- but that seems too small a gesture. I'm not even sure he'd speak to me.
I betrayed a trust that took a year to build. Maybe I never deserved to have it in the first place. Maybe I'm too naïve, too trusting myself to handle something as precious as another persons vulnerabilities.
The worst of it is, I didn't just lose him; a lot of the life I'd scraped and crawled and sweated to build myself is crumbling away too. He was the pinnacle, and then I tripped up, and he let go of my hand, and I tumbled.
My life is a landslide.
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Sunnyside (a Sebastian Stan story)
FanfictionWinnie Hopkins had it good. A booming business, a handsome (and famous) boyfriend, a new apartment in the big city, and a budding friendship had her feeling on top of the world. Then everything went to pieces. Learning too late that you can't trust...
