When His Love No Longer Mattered

Ever since I saw that unsent Instagram draft on River's phone, I changed completely.

When he worked night shifts, I stopped waiting up.

When his clothes carried unfamiliar perfume, I stopped asking questions.

When he explained that running into his first love was just a coincidence, I said flatly, "I believe you."

In the car accident, he instinctively shielded Clara in the passenger seat. I was in the back, my face covered in blood from the impact.

At the gallery, he threw himself toward Clara without a second thought. I stood there, cut by shattered glass, no one caring.