"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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I'd made a mistake.
And it didn't take long for me to realize it — truth was, I knew it before I even did it. I'd convinced myself it was the only way, that maybe if I chose a side, if I buried the grief and filled the emptiness inside me with something else, I could make it better.
But I didn't fix anything.
I made it worse.
Now I had nothing.
My dad was dead, a truth I hadn't let myself feel until yesterday. Seeing Angie again shattered every lie I'd been telling myself. The way she looked at me — like I was a stranger, like I was already gone — it hurt in ways I didn't even know I could hurt.
And the worst part was...I didn't even ask how she knew everything.
But Angie was different.
She always had been.
Maybe that's why Derek kept warning us. "She's off-limits." He never said why, just made it a rule, the way Derek did. But rules like that only made people like me break them.
I kept thinking about how close she and Scott seemed again, like none of it had happened. And yeah, it stung. But I couldn't blame anyone but myself. I picked my side. I knew how it looked to her — like I was standing with the enemy.
I just wanted to talk to her.
The full moon was coming, and even now, with everything that happened, she made me feel safe. And it killed me knowing Derek might be right — that she'd never look at me the same again.
"Romeo," Erica's voice broke through my head. I glanced over to see her perched on one of the counters in the half-lit railway we'd taken over. "What's got you so broody?"
"Just making a sandwich," I muttered, slapping a slice of cheese onto the bread and folding it shut.
"Make me one too," she smirked.
I sighed, handing her mine. "Take it. I'll make another."
"Might as well make us all one," Boyd called from where he was sitting with Derek, going over some new strategy.
"Yeah — no cheese on mine," Derek added without looking up.
We all paused.
Boyd and Erica both stared at him like he'd just admitted to murder.
