148 — I won’t forgive you.

Lies dance with my pain, along with the shards of things that have broken inside me.

I’m shattered...

But this time, I want to cut those who left me like this.

When I stop next to Mrs. Fletcher, she coughs — no, she pretends to cough. I grip the hold of the bag tightly, meeting her eyes, which turn confused when they meet my expression that, I’m sure, isn’t the best of them.

“Darling-”

“Bullshit.”