He tightened his grip and softened his tone,trying to calm me.“That night…I just wanted to help Chelsea.She reminds me so much of you when you were younger.Seeing her with those same beautiful eyes,I couldn’t bear to watch her suffer.”
Sure,Chelsea had a vibrant,youthful face that mirrored mine at seventeen.
But hearing Alexander say that didn’t touch me at all;I couldn’t understand.
I used to laugh when I heard about someone looking for a replacement,but now that it was happening to me,it just felt tragic.
I was still alive—why was he looking for someone else?
Being seventeen had its own beauty,and so did being twenty-seven,with its wisdom and experiences.I couldn't grasp why he needed another girl to remember who I used to be.Really,Alexander was being too hasty.He should have waited another month or so.Let me take my last breath,let my vibrant body turn to ashes,and then he could seek a replacement,a true love,whatever.
But not while I was still here,with him using someone else to reminisce about the past,leaving me with nothing but the remnants of what we had.His actions made my years of love for him feel like a joke.