Rue knew it was wrong, that her cheating was wrong. You knew how complicated her relationship with Jules was. And she simply couldn’t be guilty. She loves you, the girl who lays in the sheets beside her, whispering sweet nothings, no other cares in the world.

“Do you ever think about how different our lives could’ve been?” Rue asks softly as you lay on top of her. She presses a gentle kiss to your bare shoulder, and she lets out a soft sigh as she mulls over the question herself.