She was only passing time in your arms, really.

It was obvious to most people around you. The way she almost muttered the wrong name when speaking to you. The look in her eyes whenever you were talking to her. Empty. Not interested.

She didn't hate you, no. You were perfect -- but that didn't mean it'd work.

Sadie was lazily tracing circles on your hips as the two of you laid in bed, her focus somewhere else. She made sure to avoid eye contact; your eyes always reminded her of Jake.