DAISY
If I really need money to spend this holiday at my mom's then I need to peel myself from this supposed comfortable bed that feels like a bunch of needles and get leaving for work.
I came back to bed around five in the morning after hours of crying in the silent night. Even when the moans stopped I couldn't bring myself to function with the thought of Kay kissing her just like we did hours ago.
He was just mine for some minutes in his car yesterday afternoon. It was him and I, like no one lives between or around us. It was him and I breathing the same air. Holding on to each other like the moment wouldn't end.
I know he is not mine, so why does it hurt this much?
Why can't I shrug off the feeling and let go of his scent?
It takes twenty minutes to get prepared, which mostly I
