[girl meets triangle, rewritten.]
i don’t think these are my hands anymore. no, they’re not. they’re hers now. i suppose everything is hers now. my hair is hers. my clothes, too, i guess. and him. so is he. because i’d never want anything that was riley’s, and i guess i don’t want him. because she does. and maybe only she can want him. my thoughts are all jumbled now. i’m just confused.
— maya hart.