I’d never experienced fear. When I did it was sharp, and then gone. It brought me with it. Then I was gone. Gone before I began.
I thought she loved me once. She felt a flutter and wondered, but dismissed it as nothing. It was easier. Maybe she’ll care later, when it’s too late. Maybe she won’t. But it doesn’t matter, because I am gone.
I understood, in that sharp moment, what she’d felt. But it still wasn’t fair. I was beautiful, am beautiful… would have been beautiful. If she had given me a chance. If anyone had given me a chance.
But no one stopped her.