Nasha's P.O.V.
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"Ryland," I said. "Can we keep going?"
"Keep going?" Ryland asked.
I nodded.
I don't know what's happening between Ryland and me. I try not to think about it for my own sake. Because there's no way in hell that Ryland Perez has actual feelings for me. No matter how nice and sweet he is to me. No matter how much I trust him. No matter what he says.
There's just no way. People don't have feelings for me. That kind of life just isn't meant for me.
Who could even have feelings for me in the first place? I mean, look at me. I'm not special. I'm plain and ugly. I have scars and trauma. I can barely sleep or eat or live. I'm a shell of a person. A shell that isn't worth taking care of.
Who would want someone like me? It's just n
