After LoveDakota Stelter and I tumbled down that steep ravine together. I lay there bleeding and broken, only to watch my boyfriend scoop her into his arms and walk away without a backward glance.
He left me. In that moment, in every way that mattered.
While everyone fussed over Dakota's scratches, no one even checked if I was still breathing. When I was finally rescued and recovering at the hospital, my boyfriend didn't even visit.
I was hurt. So I moved on. Piece by piece, I rebuilt myself without him.
But then he became distraught. Suddenly, he was sobbing, telling me he had always loved me.