SHATTERED AND TEMPTED
The moment I pushed the needle through my own skin, Daisy flinched hard.
She made a small sound, her face scrunching up as if the needle was entering her own body. Her eyes watered again, and she looked away, biting her lip like she was the one in pain.
I paused, needle still in hand, and looked at her.
“Daisy.”
She turned back to me, her expression guilty. “Sorry… it just looks like it hurts so much.”
A small smirk tugged at my lips despite everything.
“It doesn’t hurt as much as seeing you cry,” I told her.