My phone rang and it was her. It was Ella. Her voice was soft and sad. I knew she was still hurt and I knew I couldn’t hurt her anymore. I told her I didn’t sleep with April because I couldn’t get my mind off of her. I told her how I loved her more than ever and more than anyone. That I didn’t love anyone else but her. I lied. I lied a lot, but every lie made her happier so I kept telling them. The part of her that wanted to be happy believed them. I would do anything to make her happy, I loved her in that way; that unsustainable way.