This is part 4 of a series of posts titled Most Likely To..., which are--basically--my life story. If you'd like, you can read:
And then I saw his hand. It was holding someone else's hand.
Leigh asked me to go hang out with Ash and his brother again a few more times after that night. I always came up with some excuse not to go. She started to give me these funny looks, but I didn't care. My heart was broken. I felt broken.