If it hadn't been for the two years spent by Evan Willow's side, if she had never seen his gentle gaze, if she hadn't discovered that Evan's eyes were always fixed on Amanda Smith's face, she would never have been as heartbroken as she was at that moment.
Surely, that woman must be the "her" in his heart.
The one he had loved for over twenty years.
The one he could only be friends with.
The one who might stay in his heart for a lifetime.
Rosalie Hart stood far away, watching the pair talk and laugh with ease, fully aware that they no longer had a chance, yet still feeling unbearably choked up inside.
Those two sitting there made her feel like she had no room to join in.
After all, it was an aura built over more than twenty years of companionship; she, who had known Evan for just two years, simply couldn't blend in.
