"It's easy for you to say that when you've always lived in the light and its warmth," Pamela said when Sierra questioned her about her choices.
She still disliked Sierra, but her tone had softened a lot.
"But for someone like me, someone who never even had the chance to choose, how was I supposed to save myself?"
Sierra said nothing, so Pamela went on.
"Do you think I never tried to find a decent job and get away from my parents? It was useless. No matter where I went, they always found me. If they couldn't, they would go to whatever city I was in, report to the police they got lost while visiting relatives, and then have the police contact me. I tried everything I could think of, and I still couldn't get away."
If it wasn't because she knew she could never escape a family like that, why would she have come between John and Sierra? She hated being a homewrecker, but she had no choice. It just happened that the person Sierra had saved back then was John.
"You did have a choice," Sierra said, calling her out.
"Did I?" Pamela sounded numb, as if she had lost interest in everything.
"If you hadn't done those things, we could've been friends for life," Sierra said honestly. "I would've helped you get away from that suffocating family and let you shine in the field you were best at."
Pamela chuckled softly.
Sierra did not understand what was funny about it.
"Impossible." Pamela was being completely honest now. "I hated you from the first time I met you. I hated your warm family, and I hated how you took so many things for granted."
Sierra thought back on the past. Had they not been good friends before everything fell apart?
"I could never be friends with you. Every moment I spent with you simply made me feel how unfair the world was," Pamela said, saying it all out. "Whenever you share things with everyone, I would wonder why the things other people had to fight so hard for came to you so easily. Honestly, you were born lucky."
Pamela spoke with plain envy.
Sierra did not deny it.
"I understand." Sierra stayed calm.
Pamela blinked.
Sierra met her gaze. "In this world, only the people who love me want me to do well."
Pamela only looked at her, her heart filled with all kinds of complicated emotions. For a second, she wondered whether she would be better off now if she had really taken the path Sierra had described.
But she pushed that thought away right away.
Who knew whether Sierra would have changed her mind later? No matter how nice her words sounded now, there was no guarantee a person's heart would not change.
Only by keeping her own destiny in her own hands could she feel secure. That way, she would carry it alone and have no one else to blame, regardless of how things turned out.

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