I Loved Your Ghost Not You
Language: en
I was just shooting the breeze with my buddy that day, completely unaware until I happened to glance back and saw Viola standing there. Her face was dark as a thunderhead, practically vibrating with rage. We had been venting about the exhausting, messy realities of dating. I was mid-sentence, casually saying that she was just a placeholder—someone to pass the time with, because compared to Mona, everyone else was just static on the radio. I even brought up her best friend. I said that with the lights off, there wasn't a damn bit of difference between them anyway, and that faking my way…