TESSA
I stared at the ceiling for so long that I started noticing the crack in the plaster near the corner and it reminded me of a crooked, faint scar that would always remain there. Just like me.
I didn’t know what I was thinking when I let him take me like that. Let him touch me again.
The warmth of his hands still haunted my skin, the way his breath had fanned against my skin, the thing he had said… the thing I had sworn that I would never let mean anything again. I wasn’t that girl anymore. I couldn’t afford to be.
Because if I folded now, what was all the pain I had gone through for?
I threw the blanket off my body and stood barefoot on the cold floor. The air was still thick of him, lingering from the night I had slipped up. It was stupid of me because I was supposed to be g
