Lovetown, USA

39. Lane

Lane

I’m dying to get out of this dress, to wash the makeup and the rest of this horrible night off me, but there’s something that takes precedence.

I log into my work email account and send my article to Britt. The real story. The only one that matters.

After, I shower.

And when I climb into bed, exhausted and spent, I smile through my tears, knowing I finally chose myself.