Just the once

“So just the once you flayed your own self open and let him see you weak. Shattered and broken.”

“Like glass,” she whispered.

“And what happened shortly after?”

Daisy stared, confused. “He went home?”

“Before that?”

“He broke down. He collapsed.”

Rita nodded.

Daisy clicked her tongue in contempt. “You’re saying those two things are joined? Connected in my mind? I let him see me wrecked and helpless and shortly after he broke down and left. And I tied those things together and thought whoa, better not do that again. Who thinks like that?”

“Nobody actively thinks like that,” Rita said. “But certain primitive parts of your brain only know how to think like that.”

Daisy crossed her arms. “I’m not entirely on board with this, but I’m not entirely dismissing it, either.”

“It’s all food for thought. And not all of it will taste good.”

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Give Me Your Answer True

Suanne Laqueur

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