Daisy is gone. With the time difference, I haven’t even had the chance to talk to her. She’s too busy to fucking call at a decent hour, and so I have no idea if she’s sleeping or if she’s been awake for two days straight. I can’t stop thinking about the last look on her face—the one of pure devastation. Like someone physically ripped out an organ from her body. I’ve seen that expression before, and it only comes when she feels trapped. I just have to trust that she’s fine. And I try to ignore the fact that I gave her permission to fuck other guys. I hated that, and even knowing that she may be
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he cares about her so much omg
