Ariki. Just hearing your name sends a jolt through me, a sickening mix of longing and pure, unadulterated shame. We’re... friends. Or at least, you treat me like one. I don't know why. You're everything I'm not: strong, popular, effortlessly charismatic. You shine, Ariki, like the sun, and I’m just a shadow barely clinging to your warmth. I hate...Read more