Chapter 45: Violet

We're fifteen minutes into Rickets' class, and Sam has barely spoken more than four words to me. Actually, more like three. Without meeting my gaze, he dropped down onto his usual seat and said-hey, what's up? I responded with-not much, and that was it.

I'm not sure what I expected when shit hit the fan over that photograph, but this wasn't it. I'd thought he would eventually come around, and understand I made a mistake. That hasn't happened. Our relationship has shifted so dramatically in the course of a week that it is no longer recognizable.

And I have no one to blame but myself.

The loss of his friendship has been the most brutal part of it all. I never realized, even before we started going out, just how intertwined our lives were. Okay, yes, I did...but it's even more than I originally suspected.

I miss Sam on so many levels. Without him, I feel empty and lonely. He's been a big part of my life over the last eight years. After I lost my parents and sister, Sam was