M. Brichael
A girl so good, she doesn’t just look perfect. She acts like she’s the only one who matters. And she’s right. You’re just the sidekick.
She walked into the room. Everyone else faded. Including me. I became a background character.
She smiled at me. I got a text from my crush saying ‘she’s here’ and I died.
She’s perfect. I’m just her highlighter.