Ivy
I never believed in love.
Not the soft, whispering kind people speak of with flushed cheeks and dreamy, stupid smiles. Not the enduring kind that poets bleed ink over and fools chase until they shatter. Love, as far as I was concerned, was a beautiful lie wrapped in pretty packaging... a temporary illusion designed to keep people from facing the brutal truth of existence.
Because if love were real…
My parents wouldn't have left me behind like discarded baggage.
They stayed together just long enough to create me. Just long enough for a fleeting spark of passion to produce a child who would bind them for a handful of years. And then...
And when they found their true mates.
Fated. Perfect. Written in the stars by whatever cruel gods watched over our world. Meant to be in every saccharine sense of the phrase.
And just like that, I became unnecessary. A footnote in their stories. An inconvenience that had served its biological purpose.
