I was never the pretty one.
Not in school. Not in college. Not anywhere that mattered.
I was the kind of girl people glanced at once and forgot immediately. The kind who got talked over, overlooked, or—on worse days—quietly laughed at. I learned early how to shrink myself, how to take up less space so no one would notice how out of place I felt.
By the time I graduated high school, I had already accepted something most people spend years denying—
No one was ever going to fall in love with me.
Except Violet stayed.
She was everything I wasn’t—confident, warm, effortlessly likable. But she never treated me like I was less. We survived school together, then somehow ended up at the same university, sharing a tiny apartment filled with mismatched furniture and late-night conversations
