… It’s easier:
To tell people she’s fine.
To pretend it’s not happening.
To try to forget.
… Until her choices have been made.
… Until there’s no hope left to blind her.
… Until there’s another lie that needs to be believed.
What hasn’t been easy since Jason focused on the road, was just how much she needed someone to ground her. Not as a punishment but more to help her feel like her worth did not need measurement.
… Secured.
“You understand I have to report this, right?” Jason leaned onto his door, locking them inside.
Renee, however, remained stuck inside her head space. She could make out his changes, and at the very least, the sting of resentment that carried on after he’d broken their kiss.
… It wasn’t a kiss.
… Not like that.
… Desperate fool.
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