You know, I was hoping until the moment his mouth formed her name.
Even though I had told myself I wouldn’t-my secret is that I did. The secret I hid from myself was that I did.
I waited, and dreamed, and wished and waited. Hoped beyond hope. He was known for doing crazy things. Maybe his latest, crazy thing would be me?
“Never,” the tiny, slimy voice said in the back of my mind. “He’ll never do it. You’re a failure.”
And I wish, to this day, that it had been wrong.