When I pulled back, I scanned the bleachers smug and proud and that’s when I saw Sierra sitting there, frozen.
Lilly’s hand wrapped tightly around hers as tears slid down her cheeks silently as she watched me celebrate with someone else.
I remember that look. The look of someone who had been broken, shattered into pieces. Like someone had reached inside her chest and carved a knife into her heart and soul.
Her eyes looked empty and soulless, as if the light inside her had been snuffed out.
I went to the afterparty as if nothing had happened, but her face still lingered in my head.
When Chloe slid next to me on the couch, wrapping her arms around my neck, I pushed Sierra from my mind.
I forced myself to believe she was acting. Forced myself to believe her tears were manipulation. That she was only hurt because she’d lost access to the wealth she thought would be hers. That she’d never loved me. That I’d never mattered to her.
I swallow hard, bile rising in my throat. Swallowing the truth that I had failed to see back then.
That she wasn’t the one acting, and because of that, I destroyed the one person who had ever truly loved me, choosing instead to believe a lie.
From that day on, Sierra did everything she could to avoid me and Chloe.
If I walked into a room, she walked out. If she saw me coming down a hallway, she turned around. If Mom or my aunts invited her to a family gathering and she knew I’d be there, she didn’t show up.
Back then, I told myself she was being dramatic. I called it manipulation. I called it pride. Anything but what it really was... Pain.
It continued like that until university, until Chloe broke up with me and called off the engagement.
Looking back now… knowing the truth… I see it clearly. I didn’t just hurt Sierra that day on the field. I broke her and then I kept breaking her.
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