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He asked. "I did , The day before yesterday " "So are you going?!" "I don't think so " I replied. "And why is that!" "Maybe because I don't fit in , you understand?!" "I don't understand " he replied immediately. "If it was a ball for children with rich parents maybe I'll understand!" "But it's a CEO ball and clearly you're one , so what other way do you intend to fit in!" He replied "Yeah CEO title I didn't work for , it's different!"

But I could feel her eyes on me, watching carefully, as if she were trying to see past the walls I'd been building since I'd come home. "You seem troubled," she said finally, her voice soft. I breathed slowly, trying to tame my thoughts into any coherent pattern. "It's hard, you know? To fit in. To understand where one fits in." She gazed at me, and frustration and yearning welled within me at once. "It's like everyone waits for me to prove something, but no one knows what it is." Maxine relaxed, reaching across and putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You've been through so much, Hannah. It's quite natural to feel out of place. But you don't have to carry everyone else's hopes and dre

The version of myself tha‍t still believed she‌ could belon‍g somewhere. All‍ my life, I’d been mi‌sunderstood. At home, with frie‍nds‌, everywhere I was alway⁠s slight⁠ly out of place⁠, always too much or not enough. No matt‍er‌ how hard I tried to fit, I never quite did. The urge to run had‍ followed me for as long as I could‍ rem‍ember,⁠ whispering in my ear whenever I was surrounded by pe‍o‌ple who claim⁠ed they loved m⁠e. I was an o‌utsider. Pretty or⁠ not, polis‌hed or not, that truth n⁠ever change‌d. “⁠I must sa‌y,⁠”‍ Nico voice cut thro‍ugh my th‍oughts, low and amused, “I picked the p‌erfec‍t‌ dress for‌ you.”

Growing up, I used to think I must have been adopted since I was so different than the rest of my family. Feeling like you don’t fit in with your own family is an isolating feeling, one I can’t really explain. I wanted to fit in. I wanted to make my parents proud. So for years, I did what I thought I was supposed to do. I followed Dad’s “ten-year plan” only to get toward the end of that ten years and look back and mourn the wasted time.

After she rants out to everything, she lowers her head, breathing heavily. I just watch her for a while before slowly moving next to her and sitting near her on the bean bag. We're brushing against each other now. "What if I say you don't have to fit in and you're real", I say as she frowns at me. "You're real because you don't fit in. Humans can't really fit into a category. You're not a nerdy good girl and you're not even a badass bitch. And this is why you're so real. No one can be purely one thing"

“I try so hard, Theo. I study. I keep my head down. I don’t complain. But it’s never enough. Not for them. Not for anyone.” My breathing hitched, but I didn’t care. The floodgates were open now. “And then there’s school,” I said, my words tumbling out faster. “Where I’m just ‘the quiet girl,’ the one no one really notices. I watch everyone else live their lives, make friends, and I’m just... there. Standing on the sidelines, pretending like it doesn’t bother me. Like it doesn’t hurt that I don’t fit in. And the worst part is, I’m used to it. I’ve gotten so used to being ignored that it almost feels normal.”

I gestured to my face and body, "you stuck with whatever this is." I've heard what everyone says about me. I'm not an idiot. I've seen the way people look at me when I was with him. Saw the glares and hateful words muttered about me, even when I was present. "You need someone that fits you Who people can look at and go 'yes they belong together." And I don't fit that picture, never will." I choked out the truthful words. As much as they hurt they were true. I've tried to push those thoughts away but I can't do that anymore.

She spoke up again. “I just don't want to be a failure..” I replied, my voice trailing off. “You are not a failure, Stasha and you'll never be.” “I just have these thoughts that I won't fit in if I don't try hard” “You're wrong dear. You belong here; you don't have to try; it's a natural thing. This is where you belong okay. You don't have to work yourself too much.” I sighed but said nothing. “Is that why you distanced yourself?” She asked again.

The one I'd wear when I married her. But reality, as always, had its own cruel timing. The ill-fitting suit. The monogram sewn into the lining that wasn't my name. Her cold, dismissive gaze. I realized the woman I loved most no longer had any love left for me. Maybe the truth was, we'd already gone wrong five years ago. Or maybe… we were never right to begin with.

I could already see the student milling about turning to admire the car. "Why? Do I embarrass you?" I asked, holding her gaze as she turned off the ignition. "Of course not. But don't you feel self-conscious at all. That shirt is hideous all on its own" she pointed out. Ok, that was not nice. "It looks fine to me, besides who's attention am I trying to catch if I dress flashy or sophisticated as you. They all hate me, so let's just leave them to it" I defended calmly. This was not the first time she felt I had to change myself to fit into school. You could change your whole existence and still not fit in. That's how the world works, they'll always find a flaw. Or being jealous for flaky reas