It was tearing me apart, I was breaking down.

All this time was wasted, we used all this time to create memories we never were happy with, or what?

What was all of it for? Just there to make our minds hell? Or just my mind?

It was like walking through a gallery covered in dust, so many layers and coats of dust as memories but it was turning old.

“We’re still young, I’ll find you when it’s real.”

Those were the words, what Rafe promised. Look at us now, I waited. I waited for him — Staring at the distance where Rafe was.

Dancing. Dancing with Sofia during the sunset.

He despised dancing, he never danced with me. My jealousy escalated — The promise broke, or did it ever exist in the first place to be broken?

I couldn’t make myself turn around and not face them — Instead I broke my heart even more by wishing I was her.

When he foolishly said he wanted to me marry me, was there ever some sort of hint of actual commitment?

“You weren’t suppose to be a lesson or experience, you were suppose to stay.”

Whispering, honestly hoping that the soft wind would blow my words over to him, but these words kept coming back.

What if he didn’t want to stay?

I pretend to feel nothing, but I felt everything. All my problems came crashing down to me, some that I didn’t even knew existed.

Killing me slowly were my own thoughts that consumed me. All this comparison, all this jealousy. It was me first.

First and forgotten.

Was there something Sofia was and I wasn’t? Was that the reason why I was forgotten?

I wanted her hair, wanted the clothes she wore, I wanted to smell like her perfume, do everything like her.

Instead I stood there, my face hot and cold at the same time. My palms were clammy as I fidgeted with my clothes.

The moment stopped. Everything felt like it froze, I could recognize those pairs of bold striking blue eyes from anywhere.

The eyes I once thought of as home.

Rafe faced me, sofias back turned to face him. Our eyes met each other, his eyes widened reflecting back mine.