Our Story Ends on the Hundredth Page
Ever since graduation, he'd talked to me less and less, and almost every message he sent mentioned Brianna.
"Eat dinner on your own tonight. Brianna and I need to stay late."
"Stop being jealous over nothing. I only bought Brianna flowers because she won an award."
"Brianna learned a new recipe. God, I wish you were half as thoughtful as she is."
Every time, I'd fight back. "Dexter, do you actually like me or do you like Brianna?"
But he never answered directly. "See, this is what I mean. I say one thing, and you spiral."