Sky
He didn't say anything for a second, just stood there tossing the red rappen from hand to hand. Then he sighed, long and tired. "Yeah. I get it. This sucks for me too, you know? Mom thinks we're this perfect couple and every time she hugs you I see her face light up and it messes with my head because you're… you. The guy who hates me. But she loves you more than me sometimes and I don't even know how to feel about that."
I looked up at him, surprised he actually said it out loud. For a second the sarcasm died and it was just raw him looking pissed and sad at the same time, me feeling that same swirl in my chest. "She doesn't love me more," I muttered. "She just… sees me. No one else does that." My voice went quiet and I hated it. "Doesn't mean I want your kid though. Or any of this."
