Emily's Diary Part 22 -

I hope she’s right.

I almost didn’t write tonight. My hands are shaking, but not from cold. From something I can’t name yet. emily's diary part 22

I couldn’t lie. I didn’t even try.

She didn’t yell. That’s the worst part. She just sat on the edge of my bed, holding the paper like it might break, and asked: “Is this why you’ve been crying in the shower?” I hope she’s right

So I told her. Not everything — some doors stay closed — but enough. Enough for her to pull me into a hug so tight I felt my ribs protest. Enough for her to say, “You don’t have to be brave alone.” From something I can’t name yet

Part of me wants to throw my phone into the lake. Another part wants to run to him, stupid and desperate, just to feel something other than this hollow ache.