Prologue

I was alone.

My parents had divorced and moved me from house to house every weekend.

My friendships had deteriorated to the occasional 'hello' and 'your hair looks nice'.

I was stuck in a world where everything was retrograde.

I was heartbroken.

My used to be best friend had changed and I couldn't stop her.

She was dating the guy I loved.

And I hated her for it.

I heard they often said that when you had a best friend or a boyfriend, you started to look more after them.

Krystal and I were best friends at a point; or rather, I assumed she was and it just turned out like that. I remember the times she invited me to her house, laughed along as I baby pictures. She was always smiling or blushing or swooning over Key, although I never really saw what she saw in him. I just rolled my eyes and proceeded to tell her to confess to him. And I thought we kind of looked the same: same complexion, same colored eyes.

And then things changed.

She started getting interested in things I had no interest in like makeup and magazines; I mean, it was Krystal before but she started to worry about those kind of things all the time. She also started to take dance classes with … him for her dance partner. The two got closer and, like no one saw it coming, they were dating. Key moved on, Amber didn't really care because she had other things to worry about, and I remained as quiet as ever. I wouldn't let that stop me.

Junior high and high school went by, friendships changed—Krystal became more popular and she forgot about me; I remained alone and that's how I wanted it. Graduation happened, we went out separate ways.

But there I was, eighteen going on nineteen, in my second year of college, standing as one of Krystal's bridesmaids for her wedding to him; they were my age as well. Her hair was curled up in the perfect up-do, her brown eyes exuberant, her lips painted rosy pink as she smiled. And he was standing at the alter smiling at her, his hair a little bit shorter but still as honey brown as ever, his dark eyes sparkling.

The vows were said; a piece of my heart fell off.

The rings were exchanged; a half of my heart crumbled.

They said the 'I do'; my heart was struggling to hold on.

They kissed; my heart was crushed, burned, destroyed until there was nothingness.

She was Lee Krystal. She was married to him, the guy I loved. And he was in love with her.

Was it wrong for me to leave before the new Lee couple did?