Genevieve:
I sat on the floor in the corner and hadn’t said a word to Emre, who was now seated across from me on the other side of the room. Ever since Ron left, I had been thinking about how the dynamic of our bond had changed once again. We are now getting closer to each other and not romantically. But more emotionally.
I remembered how Ron and I used to play when we were kids. He would always steal things for me, and when Kit somehow exposed us by manipulating her mother, Ron would take all the blame himself.
**Flashback:**
“Why do you keep looking at me?” I frowned, looking away from Ron and pouting.
“You look so beautiful tonight. No wonder you turned sixteen,” he said, holding a small cake that he had baked for me.
I had stopped asking for birthday parties for many reasons, bu
