Forgetting You

CHAPTER TWELVE

ALI

Where was Sarah?

I was bored out of my fucking mind with the annoying woman in front of me and her squeaky, whiny voice. 

She reminded me of the bitch Claire; all looks, no substance. 

She wouldn't shut up about how amazing Adam was, how efficient and responsible he was. 

Everything I wasn't.  

I felt so much anger at this stupid fucking dinner, where the hell were they?

I couldn't understand what Sarah's problem was.

I felt like a complete idiot for expressing my love for her. 

I didn't want to accept whether she had any feelings for Adam, but it was evident in the way I watched her move.

When she walked up to him the day she could have gotten hurt, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Her steps were almost too smooth, too confident, like she was on autopilot, drawn to him by some invisible force. 

How could she move so effortlessly toward him, knowing the danger she was walking into? 

I wanted to shout at her, to pull her back, but I just stood there, frozen.

And then she said his name. 

I could hardly breathe when I heard it. There was something in her voice that I hadn't heard before; something soft, almost pleading. 

But all I could think was, why him? 

Why not me? 

Her eyes locked onto his, searching for something, something I knew she never sought in me. 

How could she be so calm, so focused on him, when I was right there, barely holding it together?

She looked at him with this... intensity, this focus that made my stomach turn. 

It was like the rest of the world didn't exist. 

Like I didn't exist. 

The anger simmered in my chest, mixing with disbelief. 

This was my fault. 

Was it me who let this guy into her life?

I never thought of another man and felt...jealous and insecure. 

Here he was, gripping the attention of everyone whilst I was on the sidelines. 

I was not used to being treated like this; me, of all people. 

All the ladies swooned when I walked into a room, heck, there were millions of girls who would die to be with me. But I didn't give a shit about them. 

I couldn't part with Sarah. 

She was my love, my life; I was attached to her in ways I couldn't even explain. 

Until he came into the picture.

She wouldn't acknowledge I was in the room anymore like I was suddenly invisible. She never spoke to me, never looked me in the eye. Hell, she even started putting a pillow between us when we slept, like I was some stranger she couldn't bear to touch.

The distance between us was suffocating, and I could feel it growing every day, pushing me further and further away from her.

I was eager to find out why, desperate to understand what had changed. And I had a sinking feeling that I knew exactly who was responsible for it.