A Love Like Ours

Prologue

Prologue

His lips were soft velvet that rasped across my skin as he grazed his way down my cheek.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured softly. I could only nod, accepting that all good things must come to an end. He had never been mine to begin with. He had only been there. Always there, just never mine. And now, he was leaving. He was sorry, yet he was leaving.

I stood back mutely. Why? Because that was what I was: a mute to all intents and purposes. I did not speak—not of things that mattered. I only made small talk. I only spoke of little nothings that all would forget.

Dale had seen through that. He had seen past the glamour, to what was beneath, and then, he had rejected me.

I turned away, refusing to let him see me cry. I had always known he would pick her over me—my bubbling cousin. My outgoing fun, loving, irresponsible, and flirty cousin. Did it matter that she was blonde and beautiful, while I was brunette and quite possibly not? That she could at times be kind? Wasn't I already that and always?

Would any of that lessen my rage—my jealousy?

It wouldn't. Nothing could.