I didn’t cry that night; at least I told myself I was fine .
I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, its flaked paint barely hanging on like the memories I held on to.
I could still the taste the cherry lipgloss on
Daniel’s lips; the way his face fell when I shoved him and ran behind Lucas.
The way I yearned for more when he pulled back.
Didn’t I promise not to let Daniel take control over me ?
Why do I keep failing every time?
I turned into my slide, pulling the blanket over my shoulder like it could shield me from my own thoughts.
He said he loves me. Did he really mean it?
What happened to the way he humiliated me and said I wasn’t worth it?
Why do I let my heart speak for me instead of my head?
My phone buzzed faintly in the dark.
I shut my eyes for a while, before
