I’ll be your friend in daylight. I’ll treat you as a comrade in every gas-lit ballroom. But alone, under moonlight, I’ll not pretend that I want you for anything but mine.
As she stood under the spray, the hot water almost scalding her skin, she imagined herself being reborn
She screamed, releasing all the pent-up sadness, humiliation and unworthiness that had been painstakingly eating away at her like moths on clothes.
