know that probably makes me a terrible friend, but I honestly don’t have any more room, Johnny.” “Any more room for what, baby?” “Pain,” she whispered, blue eyes locked on mine. “Sadness.” My chest squeezed tight at her words. “Shan.” “I’m happy,” she hurried to say, her words a breathy rush. “I’m so happy, Johnny. For the first time in my life. I feel safe. I feel alive, good, and I just… I don’t… I want to stay in my happy place. Just for a little bit. Is that really bad of me?”
