I was never the kind of girl people remembered.
Not in a cruel way—just… invisible. Easy to overlook. Easy to forget.
By the time I was sixteen, I had mastered the art of blending in.
Laugh when others laugh. Don’t ask for too much. Don’t expect to be chosen.
Then Violet chose me anyway.
She sat next to me in class like it was the most normal thing in the world and talked to me like I mattered. Not out of pity. Not out of curiosity. Just… because she wanted to.
She was everything I wasn’t—confident, effortless, the kind of person who walked into a room and changed the atmosphere without trying.
And somehow, she stayed.
Through school, through awkward phases, through the years where I kept waiting for her to realize I didn’t belong in her world.
But she never did.
Because to her, I already did.
The truth is, Violet had something I never really had: a place to go back to.
I didn’t.
