Lila
The ride home was quiet.
Not uncomfortable exactly, but not easy either. Shawn kept both hands on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road, and I sat beside him staring out the passenger window as houses and streetlights passed in a blur. Neither of us seemed to know what to say after everything that had happened at his house, and for once I was grateful he wasn’t trying to fill the silence with questions I wasn’t ready to answer.
I had spent so much of my life wishing people would notice me that it felt almost cruel to realize how badly I wanted to disappear now.
I wanted to go back to being the girl nobody paid attention to. The girl who kept her head down, stayed quiet, and made sure she never gave anyone a reason to look too closely. Being invisible used to hurt because
