Meera~

The woolen thread slid smoothly between my fingers as the needles clicked together in a quiet rhythm, each stitch weaving my thoughts into the fabric.

With each weave of thread, my tears rolled down from my eyes. Am I that invincible? That he didn't even look for me?

I get it, he was angry, but he left me alone. Maybe I really am forgettable. Maybe he really didn't need me in that moment because Charlotte was doing my job perfectly.

The chill gust slapped against my body, I shuddered, but at this moment this breeze felt more comforting than that loneliness creeping inside me.

The party was still in...