I never imagined that his reaction would spark something within me that would get stronger.
I used to think there might be more reasons why he chose to love his costar rather than me, but even with all the excuses I've been coming up with to justify this baseless hatred, it was still enough to make me happy when he died.
I began observing everything about him, including his movements and facial expressions. Maybe only if Raven noticed this would he reward me.
"Lucas, are you alright?" I inquired.
When he stared at me, his expression contorted.
"Scarlett, please, please tell me that I'm still dreaming." His legs failed him. His hands were still shaking as he put his back against the chilly wall and concentrated on his phone.
He possessed the brokenness I had been hoping to witness. His face was a type of one-fourth mirror of my previous self, with betrayal, anger, and confusion across it.
