IVY♡
I went for a run that evening, which I normally do when I feel overwhelmed or stressed. I was stressed about the conflict between my best friend and my brother.
I met Daisy on the floor of my bathroom, though she wasn’t crying. That was the first thing I noticed, the absence of it.
Daisy sat on the tiles with her back against the bathtub and her knees pulled up and the bracelet in her open palm and she was not crying. She was just sitting. Looking at the thing in her hand with the expression she wore when she was thinking something through and had not finished yet.
I had come upstairs to brush my teeth and the bathroom door was open and there she was.
I did not ask what was wrong. I could see the bracelet from the doorway and I could see her face and I had known Daisy for long e
