DAISY♡
I closed the door.
Pressed my back against it and stood in the dark of my room and breathed. In through the nose, out through the mouth, the way you breathe when you are trying to convince your body that everything is fine and your body is not fully convinced yet.
I had done the right thing. I knew that. I had stood in that corridor and looked at him and heard what he was offering and I had said no with my chin up and my voice steady and I had walked away and that was the correct sequence of events for a woman with any sense of her own worth.
I had done the right thing.
It felt terrible.
That was the part nobody told you about that doing the right thing had its own particular ache. Not the dramatic kind. Not the loud falling apart kind. Just a quiet persistent discomfort, like
