What happened tonight was more than a punishment. It was the end. An end to my family, who’s going to see the full scope of what I’ve become. An end to whatever fragile, curious spark had been growing between me and the three men I’d only just begun to catch a real glimpse of. An end to the girl who thought she had what it took to hold them, and worst of all an end to the girl who first drove over that bridge, wide-eyed and painfully pure, the world spread out so hopefully ahead of her. As I wash those forty-three men from my body, I grieve for her the hardest.
