Astrid Ugh, of all the people I could have run into, it had to be her. It had been 4 years since I last saw her, and we did not really leave on good terms. I wonder what she’s been up to. She probably thinks I'm a monster. Wouldn’t surprise me. I am a monster. Most people think that, but it’s fine. I'm used to it. People have said it all my life. Sometimes I wish they did not but it's whatever. “So, I know you said you did not want to talk, but I can't stop thinking about it. So, how do you know Elena?” “Do you not know how to not be snoopish??” “Yes. I just want to know. If we are going to work together, then I need to know more about you.” “First of all, we are not working together. Second of all, it doesn't matter who she is.” “Sure. You hiding in the car when you saw her totally means she does not matter.” Ugh, why was she right??? Why does she still matter to me?? That’s the thing. She will always matter to me, even if I don't matter to her. “So you’ve been quiet. So are you ready to talk?” “Ugh. fine. Her name is Elena Martinez. I went to school with her when I was still living with Scar. She was my….. best friend.” Why am I lying to myself? She was more than that… she was my girlfriend. And I had to go and [ bleep] it up.
