~Jennie’s~

"Maybe it’s okay not to have the answer right now."

That’s the first thing I whisper to myself as I lean into the morning breeze. The balcony air is cold enough to lift goosebumps on my arms but soft enough to calm the chaos in my chest. I cross my arms and rest them on the cool railing, eyes locked on the garden below. It's so quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you face your own thoughts whether you want to or not.

And I don’t know what I want.

That’s the truth.

I blink slowly, watching the wind dance through the tall grass by the hedges. The...