*COMING SOON* I loved the way the sun was coming through the window and bouncing off the small of her back. Such soft, smooth skin that I just wanted to touch, but I couldn't. She was still with him, but yet here she was in my bed, in my shirt. She always texts me when they fight. I didn't mind at first, but after all this time my heart couldn't take much more. I fell for her months ago, but she had already fallen for him. It killed me the day I went to Victory Lane to congratulate Ryan and I saw her hanging on his arm; lips on his. I grew to love the way she hated me, how she always picked on me. But there was something different about her now. She was broken, he broke her.