I Was Always Second Until I Left Novels & Stories

Red dress. Madison’s laugh. The word second. Headlights. Rain. My stomach twists. It wasn’t a nightmare. It happened. Three years reduced to a single sentence: “I was tired of being second.” I stare at my hands resting in my lap. They’re still trembling slightly. How long had it been? How long had Madison been competing with me instead of standing beside me? Suddenly, things I ignored start rearranging themselves in my mind. The times she joked about my clothes. The way she’d ask too many questions about Maxwell.

At everything behind me. The structure. The balance. The rules we built. It felt smaller now. Not wrong. Not weak. Just. Incomplete. My chest tightened. Because I understood something now. Becoming more. Always meant leaving something behind. Not everything. But something. Always something. “You’re going,” I said. “Yes.” “Even if I don’t follow.” “Yes.” I nodded slowly. Because that made sense. This wasn’t about me anymore. Not completely. It had its own direction now.

The worst thing wasn't the comparison. It was a conclusion. They weren’t angry. They weren’t disappointed. They were done. I reached out. Straightened the frame. An old habit. One of the few things I had ever done right. Then I let my hand fall. And walked away.

"You really thought of everything, didn't you?" "I had to," Adam murmured softly. He set his sandwich down on his knee, his gray eyes turning to meet mine. The sarcastic, guarded layer he used as armor was completely gone, leaving only that intense, unshakeable focus. "Ten years ago, when I left the group home, I told myself I’d never let anyone back me into a corner again. But when I saw you on your first day here walking through those gates looking like you were carrying the whole world on your shoulders, I knew I wasn't the only one still fighting."

There is only one thing that this could mean. I know that he had to walk through my soul too. I may not know much about my soul itself but I do know that I am damaged. I know that each time someone left in my life they took a piece of me with them. I know that each time we moved away when another man left my mother, I was forced to make friends that I would never keep. Although that pain stayed. For each new person that walked in my life it has been all about waiting for them to leave. Everyone always leaves. I cant give anyone the chance to.

You never made me cry not even for once but made me smile always . When you announced you are leaving the state ,I was heart broken and really sad . I was already attached to you and you wanted to leave me .I was scared you are going to find someone else ..someone better and forget about me . But after you left ,I became a sad person ...the happiness was all gone ,I called and text but no reply . Dylan came along and took your spot .am always thinking about you. I loved Dylan but not as much as I love you .

She is a great student with good grades and perfect attendance. Now, she’s telling me they are leaving merely hours before they have to move to another city. The more I think about it and the obvious signs I chose to ignore, the angrier I become. She made me promise not to get mad knowing fully well I will be upset. My hands clench in my pockets, I release my breath slowly. I am okay. I survived before she came into my life. I will be fine again when she leaves. Everyone always leaves. Dad left, Mum moved in with Josef. I became the second choice. It was only a matter of time before Gracie left.

The day of her departure was the day I cried the most in my life- it was the day I experienced my first heartbreak. I was back to my broody self until Nate came back with his parents to live next to us permanently. We grew up together then and although Nate was always with me, I couldn't help but think how good it would have been if she hadn't left. There always seemed to be a major part of me missing in her absence.

I walked out, ignoring each of her cries, ignoring her yells, and calling my name. Tears fell on my cheeks as I walked away from the coffee shop, I wiped it as fast as I could, is there anything like a second chance? I don’t think so, my dad didn’t get a second chance at life, Nanny didn’t get a second chance, why should she get a second chance when it doesn’t exist.

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