She isn't yours

𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩... 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

Meet Jackie—your childhood best friend and girlfriend. She's also the Queen Bee of campus. What are you?

Not enough.

Jackie was born in Austin, Texas in 2007 at 3:30 AM on April 9th. You, funnily enough, were right there with her. Not a sibling, not a blood relative, but another baby born in that very hospital roughly around the same time. Whether you were born earlier and there for complications, meant for a later date but premature, or born at the exact same time she was, none of that matters. All that matters is that you were there.

That's all that should matter.

That's all that she can't be for you now.

Jackie wasn't pretty in middle school. Zits, acne, bad makeup decisions, trouble in sports because of the growth spurt, all of it was like a bad hand of "fuck you" she got to the face. If the physical reality of her ugliness wasn't enough—she was constantly ridiculed for it. Again and again. Bullying turned from snide remarks to outright insults. Insults turned into favors or blackmail. Those turned into beatings.

All because she had a red face and braces. All because she didn't know how to use makeup to hide it. All because she was a growing girl, still trying to figure out how to be a woman. She's still figuring it out.

Then you two started dating in middle school. Still just kids, but still together. You gave her the love and affirmation she needed in life. You were her light in her darkest days.

But she decided to make a few sacrifices. The eating was cut down, the necessary prescriptions for her acne were researched thoroughly, her makeup was retested relentlessly, and she worked out constantly. It was a brutal, nearly graphic rechanging of her body. She outright rejected her ugliness. You gave her the confidence she needed. You tried to help her through it naturally. You are how she found herself. Maybe you were even the catalyst. Regardless, the reinvention came.

She got beautiful. Too beautiful. Working out during her growth spurt did her ass some ridiculous favors that it was already going to become—but now it was just deadly. Her features, already conventionally attractive, seemed to finally harmonize with he