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"I better get her some water. Who knows when the last time she drank something was." He filled a large cup and then followed after her.
I found myself drawn to the gallery wall on the far side of the living room, covered in pictures of Sophia and Stellan's past. Unlike the rest of the room which was covered in a thick sheet of dust, the frames and pictures on this wall were pristine.
My heart clenched when I got to the next row of pictures down and saw one with Sophia and I. We’d been jumping on the trampoline in the backyard and it had started pouring. We’d been holding hands as we ran across the yard in the rain, twin grins on our faces, our hair and clothes drenched.
I traced Sophia’s face with my fingertip.
“I ordered Alonzo’s,” Stellan said as he came back into the room what seemed like forever later. I was still standing in front of the pictures, lost in memories.
A smile slipped across my lips. Alonzo’s. It had been my favorite pizza place. Sophia hated it, but Stellan used to order it anyway any time I was over because he knew I loved it.
I bit my lip, a flicker of shyness shooting through me. That’s all I’d been in this house, shy and in love with a boy I thought I’d never get.
This place was bringing everything back.
I fucking hated it.
Schooling my face, I watched in satisfaction as Stellan’s face dropped.
I just needed to remember that he’d drugged me and stuffed me in a trunk. That would help me keep up my defenses.
Because if there was anything I knew, it was that Stellan Bishop was only capable of breaking my heart. He’d shown me that since the moment I’d come back in his life.
* * *
An hour later, we were sitting on his floor, our backs leaning against his bed as we stared at the stack of journals in front of us, empty pizza boxes thrown haphazardly to the side.
It hadn’t tasted nearly as good as I’d remembered.
“Alright, let’s get started,” Stellan said, grabbing the two journals on the top of the stack and tossing me one.
My hands shook a little as I stared down at it, various emotions tearing through me. I wanted answers, but at the same time…I was afraid of answers.
I opened up the page.
I love Delilah.
The first sentence on the page and it felt a bit like I’d been ripped open. My breath hitched.
“What?” Stellan asked, anxiously.
“Nothing,” I answered quickly, clearing my throat and staring back at the page.
She looks at him, like I’m desperate for her to look at me. And I’m afraid that lately…he’s looking back at her the exact same way.
I would do anything for her.
Anything.
My mind was spinning as I struggled to understand what I’d been reading. Sophia had…been in love with me?
We had a thousand memories together, but looking through each one, I struggled to see it. She’d always been the best friend anyone could ask for. The most devoted, kind, loving friend.
Guilt flashed through me. How had I missed it?
I skimmed the next few pages, not seeing anything else about me besides funny things that had happened in school.
The rest of the journal passed in a similar vein, and I carefully set it down and took another one, dread pooling in my stomach with anticipation of what else I was going to find.
