Daisy’s POV
I cried in the bathroom for four minutes.
I timed it. Not deliberately, I had looked at my phone when I walked in and I looked at it again when I walked out and four minutes had passed and in those four minutes I stood at the sink and let the thing that had been sitting in my chest since Casper said I don’t think that person is me you’re waiting for move through me properly before I had to go back out and be a person in public.
It was not grief. It was not heartbreak, I want to be precise about that because Casper King deserved precision. It was the particular emotion that came from something genuinely good not becoming what it might have been under different circumstances. The mourning of a door that had been real and was now closed and had closed well, which was its own
