ights flashed in waves of neon pink and electric blue, painting the crowd in wild colors as bodi
just enough to hear her own thoughts, if she let herself. A drink swirled between her fingers-dark, strong, just ho
t had something to prove. It was short,
tender, nodding subtly toward a man leaning near the spe
s. "My type is 'fo
cocktail. "And tomorrow you'
ss like it was some twisted t
t since that night everything broke inside her. Since that trusted face twi
one rule: stay
lker with a lazy grin and no id
asked, flashing teeth that
ant to," May a
taking the hint. But she di
es. No depth. No expectations. No God-talk. Just two people pret
ake,"
," she replied,
ion, a few laughs, hands that lingered too long. Her body went throu
drawn, but the city still leaked in-honking cars, distant siren
ke fell aslee
di
uld stop the thoughts. Wishing she could
dressed in silence, and walked
*
n in scrubs holding coffee like a lifeline. The air was sharp, cool enough to sober her up. May kicked off h
white one with wide steps and stained-gl
n't loo
h half-read books, empty wine bottles, and laundry she hadn't folde
e door, and sank onto the couch with a
zzed on the
8 misse
made banana bread. C
gave up, and Cassandra was too sweet to blame. But no amoun
e typed b
t yes. Not no
*
or, wiping off smudged makeup. The woman staring back at her
on shifted-like something had cracked behind her eyes. She remembered it all too well. The
ied. The day she stopped bel
still spoke about healing and forgiveness like it was somet
d at her
e whispered, "why
e felt lik
stomach growled, but she ignored it. Instead, she opened the window and lit
*
like an old friend. Lacey raised an e
two nights in a row," sh
this or stare at the ceiling wonder
is time. "You ever think maybe
-because it was the kind of thing peo
strong word,"
y turned to face the dance floor, her eyes glossing over the crowd
as a little louder than the last, trying to dr
ot more men. Just.
hing
t believe in
Not in love.
tely not i