ADAM P.O.V.
She seemed absorbed, as if something in her own mind had her hooked.
She cried every few seconds, but mostly kept quiet.
Never speaking.
Hardly existing.
I gazed over at her absentmindedly every few seconds, making sure she was alive.
Still breathing?
Check.
Still living?
Not so much.
Whatever. There wasn't much I could do for her.
Not much I wanted to do for her.
She was the newly appointed outsider.
The outsider I'd always been and always would be.
But, she was the temporary outsider that couldn't figure it out.
It made me almost begin to pity her, before I was almost disgusted with her self-pity.
She had it all, and she'd have it all again- just you wait.
She had nothing to fear.
She'd get back together with my brother eventually- who would steal back her heart effortlessly.
Then she'd be back on the top.
She'd leave us behind.