Substitute No More
All they cared about were things related to Stella.
I walked into my room and looked around at the decorations and clothes.
After Stella died, no one asked me what I wanted. My family and Justin just turned my room into something Stella would’ve liked.
All my clothes had been replaced.
The soft, neutral styles I used to wear were gone. Now the closet was filled with crop tops and tight skirts, styles that I never suited.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring into space. Even if I left, there wouldn’t be anything here that truly belonged to me.