*PUBLIC HUMILIATION*
Flora's POV
The bar was dimly lit, the kind of place where broken people went to disappear. I sat hunched at the far end of the counter, nursing what must have been my fourth drink, or fifth.
The burn no longer registered. Everything felt distant, muffled, like the world had been submerged underwater.
My eyes were swollen from crying, my throat raw, and my heart felt like it had been shredded.
Tyler’s words kept looping in my head on repeat. Each time they replayed, the sting grew sharper. I had thrown everything at him and he had looked at me like I was pathetic.
Maybe I really was.
Fresh tears blurred my vision again. The pink cheerleading outfit was stuffed in a bag at my feet like a humiliating reminder of how far I’d fallen.
I had nothing left. No plan.
