I was never the kind of girl people remembered. Advertisement Not in a cruel way—just… invisible. Easy to overlook. Easy to forget. Advertisement By the time I was sixteen, I had mastered the art of blending in.Laugh when others laugh. Don’t ask for too much. Don’t expect to be chosen. Advertisement Then Violet chose me anyway. She sat next to me in class like it was the most normal thing in the world and talked to me like I mattered. Not out of pity. Not out of curiosity. Just… because she wanted to. She was everything I wasn’t—confident, effortless, the...
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