“Or at least, it was. Then I met someone. And I fell in love with him. He’s the worst possible person I could’ve fallen in love with, and you’re going to be furious when you find out who it is, which I more than deserve. Because I fell in love with Kir Lazarev. The same Kir Lazarev whose family I just destroyed. He’s going to hate me forever, just like you, and I earned every ounce of it. So now, I’m left here, all alone, wondering if any single choice I made along the way here was worth it. Or if the path to my personal hell was simply paved with good intentions, but there are no exits on this highway, and I was only ever headed in one direction: down.”
Only when I’m finally out of things to say do I pull the phone away from my ear—and realize that I’ve been talking to no one for minutes
