Reyna watched, eyes trained on a guy she loves. He was laughing, holding the girl he loves, close to him.
And Reyna turned away.
It hurt, to see him smiling. It hurt, because that smile wasn't for her.
Even though...
she was the one to know him first?
Her eyes closed with that stab of a thought.
He wasn't hers.
Not hers to love, not hers to hold, kiss, smile at.
But she could always wish.
Wish, and deteriorate on the inside.
She took a breath, a bit too shakily.
Again she took a breath.
A strong one.
And looked on, because that's what she had to do.
Pretend.
And armor herself.
Because that's who she was.