80| There Is No Us.  

"And I was, but in a different way." He says, and I raise my brows in confusion.

"What? What do you mean?" I ask him.

"You had moved on. You were doing good for yourself. Heck, you're a doctor. That's better than anything else. I was so proud, angry, and jealous at the same time."

"I was proud that you had made a name for yourself and that you were doing so well. I was angry; you did all of that without me. I was jealous that while I was thinking of you twenty-four seven, you were out making your name, doing good things."

"It hurt me so much, and I wanted to hurt you. I didn't understand how you could move on so fast and happily while I was and still am hung up on you."

"As you came back to the pack, I realised that you were an entirely different person. You weren't the soft, docile Isla I used to know. You became strong, independent, and bold."

"I still don't know which version of you I love best; maybe both, but that's not the matter here. You could take care of yourself, and that