Sophie had no idea how it'd gotten this far.

It shouldn't have gotten this far. She should have been a responsible and loving girlfriend like she had been for the past few years and just ignore it. Ignore the little nagging at her heart that creeped up on her whenever she saw you. There wasn't an excuse in the world that would work in explaining why she'd started entertaining her taboo feelings.

Jenny had her heart, so why did you have it too? Sophie never saw herself as one to go behind her lover's back. That's not how she was raised, even if she couldn't remember much of said raising. Hell, she wasn't sure anybody was raised that way. Not on purpose at least. Well, maybe not–Sophie didn't know nor really understand it. She wasn't a shrink.

Love was mysterious fickle thing. It could make one girl sing and another girl weep; could make a wrong right, and a right wrong. Something as simple as love could topple entire nations. It hadn't taken much of the feeling to nearly ruin Sophie's relationship, so what could a lot of it do? She wasn't even sure if what she was feeling was love.

Maybe it was just some other weird form of attraction she didn't understand. Couldn't understand because by God was her brain a mess these past few years. From hellish panic attacks to her inability to even really cry, there wasn't a clear reason for anyone to want to be with her. And yet, at least two people still did. But that was the problem.

Two people wanted her love, and she had already entitled it to Jenny.

It was cold outside today. The cool bite of Michigan's early October air wasn't something to mess with. It turned noses runny and ears pink. But it also gave Sophie a reason to force her way through your door.

Her eyes were red, but there wasn't a single tear streak across her light tan skin that would imply that she'd been crying. She was acting a little weirder than usual as well–more mellow, zoned out.

"Too late, 'm already inside. You can't make me leave either, I'll freeze to death or something."