Serpentine Desires
Luna Sadskicked out, she came back a billionairessthree years made her coldshe took the house, the car, and my hearta sorry paragraph for her
Except me.
I clutched my books tighter, the weight of being ignored pressing down on me more than usual. The bench felt smaller beneath me, the space between me and everyone else stretching wider. Not that it mattered—I was used to it. An outcast. A foreigner. The invisible presence in a room full of people.
Shaking off the sting, I plugged in my earphones, letting a podcast fill the silence.
"How would you rate your life on a scale of ten, Ms. Polani?"