corlan, corlan, you're scaring me.
that's what caysie had said, her warm brown eyes blurred with tears, and i heard her – i heard her, but i couldn't listen to her.
it was too much. too much. to see heather and harlow together, to see them so in love. to see what i hadn't been able to give him, and wonder if he'd ever been that happy with me. had he enjoyed the time we were together ? or was it nothing, just a passing moment in time ?
corlan, corlan, you're scaring me.
i hated heather harlan, but i also hated him. hated him for occupying my mind every single moment of every single day, hated him for making me feel like this – hated him for breaking me. something was wrong with me, something that i couldn't place, and it was killing me. why did he do it, choose her over me ? that – that was the question that was killing me.
corlan, corlan, you're scaring me.
it was killing me. killing me.
corlan, corlan, you're scaring me.
why did he choose her why did he choose her why did he choose her why –
corlan, corlan, you're scaring me . . .
