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ETTA ♛
Nothing angered Etta more than feeling like a disappointment, which was all she felt after leaving her own celebratory party early, because of the same, stupid man that continued to ruin things for her without even trying.
It was infuriating, he was infuriating.
And yet, there Etta lay, two days later, in her bed at Calum's, still feeling like she was being repeatedly shoved back down to rock bottom with every step she took away from it.
"It's more than what I felt for you."
She was so dim, so completely and utterly clueless to think that, just for a second, her feelings had been reciprocated, matched, but could you blame her? Luke spent every second with her telling her, and showing her, that she was different, he'd even told her he liked her, told her that the feelings he had for her were scary.
The only thing scary about his feelings were that they were fake, and one day Etta would find out.
Now that she had, a part of her, the naïve little girl that still resided somewhere within her, wished she hadn't found out, wish she'd stayed clueless. Maybe then, Etta would still be living in her real life version of a fantasy where she was finally good enough for someone to stick around.
