DAISY

The next morning, the heavy silence of the bedroom woke me up. I was still wrapped tightly in Brian’s arms, his head resting close to mine, his chest rising and falling slowly.

For a short second, I almost forgot everything that happened. But then the dull ache in my stomach reminded me.

I carefully pulled his arms off my waist, trying not to wake him, and got out of bed. I needed to do what I promised myself I would do to end all this madness completely.

I sat down at the small desk in the corner of the room, pulling out a blank piece of paper. My fingers...