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realized that the hate I felt for him four years ago was just as consuming now as it was then.
    I’ve been extremely isolated since Tyler died, living in my own little world, a bubble of my own creation. I’d gotten used to feeling empty and numb inside. I’d gotten used to a mostly solitary existence, and I’ve accepted that as my fate, my future—a life spent alone
    Luca was closer to Tyler than just about anybody. I admit that I never really understood the bond between them. Never understood what it was about Luca that made him such a necessary part of Tyler’s life. I had tried in the beginning to befriend him, to make an effort to see what Ty saw, but Luca never liked me. He never accepted that I was the woman Tyler loved, so I was made to feel like nothing more than an outcast whenever he was around
    I feel anger and tension just rolling off of my body in waves. I suppose I never allowed myself to think about the possibility that I would see Luca again. He’s been gone so long; I just assumed or hoped that it was a permanent move. I’m not stupid or naïve, I understand that Luca didn’t actually kill Tyler. He didn’t hold the gun to his chest or pull the trigger. I know that technically it wasn’t his fault, but his actions were what led to it. If he’d just left Tyler alone that morning he’d still be here with me. I called my mom in an attempt to take my mind off of things, the surprise in her voice making me sad. I never call her, never pick up the phone—I’m always too busy hiding out. If it wasn’t for her regular grocery deliveries I might never see her. She was shocked when I’d told her she didn’t have to bring any food this week; I think I may have even heard a little bit of relief in her voice. I think it made her happy that I’d finally taken back a piece of my independence, however small it might be. I decided right then and there that I would be getting my own groceries from now on.
     
    ~ Luca ~
    Seeing Everly really did a number on me. I had thought that with time she would be able to learn how to move on from the tragedy that took Tyler away. I had hoped that time would have lessened her hatred for me and that she could possibly forgive me for what she believes is my role in his death. I thought wrong, I was so wrong, but even though her forgiveness didn’t come, seeing her again made me feel something that I hadn’t felt toward her in a long time. Anger. Anger toward her and the fucking blinders she’s always had where I was concerned. In fact, Everly has spent the majority of her life walking around with her head in the clouds, only seeing what she wants to see. Despite the anger, every feeling, every emotion that I ever felt for her, toward her, about her, came right the fuck back or maybe it never left me at all. She’s beautiful, even now with the clear as day mask of pain she wears on her face. Her brown thick brown hair falls down her back in waves and her dark almond-shape eyes show every single expression on her face. She’s never been good at masking emotions. She’s of average height for a girl, and her body is curvy in all the right places. No one has ever made me feel as intensely as Everly Phillips and she’ll never know that. She’ll never understand how her presence has always caused a reaction in me. Whether it is good or bad, she gets a rise out of me, and I can’t deny that. I tried to cut her out of my life cold turkey when I walked away and left. I was already scheduled to leave for school in Chicago, but Tyler’s death just pushed me to go sooner. I wanted to let her move on with her life without a constant reminder of what she lost and who she blamed, but I never truly let go. Ev’s best friend Morgan filled me in every couple of months on what was happening while I was away. From what she told me, I knew that she was having a hard time adjusting to life without Ty, but seeing her just made it hit home even more. She’s a girl frozen, stuck in her