I stared at Clay's contact for a long, long time before texting him.
Y/n : you gave him your sweater
He read the text almost immediately, but it took an even longer stretch of time before his response came in.
Clay : it's just polyester
I blew out a slow, shaky breath.
Y/n : but you like him better
Clay read the message but didn't respond; he wasn't leaving me on read, he was leaving the conversation; we both were, because there was simply nothing more either of us could say.
He did like George better. It was just a fact, something that slowly killed me bit by bit every time I thought about it. It was undeniable, inescapable, and though I still wished I were George, wishing did nothing. It wasn't enough - would never be enough.
It was just polyester, just polyester, and yet it meant so much more than that.
And we both knew it.
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