Chapter 70 The Part Of Her

• I stared at Sofia, her tears falling onto the torn fabric of her shirt. Seeing her like that, so broken, it didn't make me feel better. It made me feel sick. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I wanted to hate her, to see her as nothing. But all I saw was a girl I had hurt.
• This whole thing, this obsession with her, it was messing me up. I thought if I could just break her again, like before, the feeling would go away. But it didn't. It was still there, this… pull towards her. And it was making me do things I didn't even recognize.
• I couldn't keep doing this. To her, to myself. It wasn't working. Trying to force myself to hate her, trying to make her nothing, it was just making things worse. I needed her out of my head. I needed to stop thinking about her, about what she did for me, about how she looked at me.