A Better Person Chapter 2

I wanted to know what kind of girl she was.

The kind of girl who was, in his eyes, "better" than me.

I found her profile in his phone.

I had to see her for myself.

What kind of girl could so easily shatter eight years of my life?

We survived long-distance.

We survived the pandemic.

We survived being broke.

But we couldn't survive a "better girl."

I found her on her college campus. She was, as expected, bright and full of life.

I watched as an elderly woman, a campus custodian, struggled with a recycling bin. The plastic bag tore, and dozens of empty cans clattered across the pavement.

The girl, in a cream-colored coat, ran over and helped the woman pick up every single one. She then helped her carry the new bag all the way to the campus recycling center.

I followed them, like a stalker.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me.

A figure blurred past, blocking my view.

I looked up.

It was Noah. He was standing between me and the girl, his arms spread slightly, his lips trembling. "Grace, it's not her fault..."

Not her fault.

Then whose fault was it?

Mine?

The girl finally noticed me. She turned, her eyes wide. When our gazes met, she looked away, terrified.