"Lies," she insisted, eyes wide, but not really seeing, and her breathing was too fast. Not really hearing.

"You're lying, you've got to be." Nothing else made sense, nothing else clicked right, nothing else...

She wasn't anything, nothing special, nobody's number one. Fine. Fine. She could deal, she was tough, she could handle being no one important to anyone but herself. Always the left behind, the last one thought of, always...

But why wouldn't he stop lying?