i shouldn’t be here. especially not near you.

when we had first met a few years ago, at a halloween house party between BCS and Tommen students, we were both in third year and sparks had flown. you were beautiful — short dress on, hair curled, makeup perfect.

and then you had told him your last name.

holland

shane holland’s little sister.

and i had pulled away before anything serious happened — i knew what your brother had done to mine, and i wanted to keep my distance. you had been hurt, but the minute you heard my last name? you had also backed off.

but we kept gravitating towards each other.

at parties. after school.

and i had tried to move on too. with other girls, with different people. but all i could think about was her, her, her. we had each others numbers — flirty texts when drunk. but my thoughts were full of her.

and that was the problem.