Chapter 98

Weirdly, my day isn’t as bad as every previous year.

I find myself watching movies and eating cake without really pondering anything of the past, and anytime I catch sight of my new pretty, it makes me feel strange. I have no idea why. I love jewellery as much as the next girl, but I have never been particularly attached to any I ever owned.

This little bracelet is fast forming some strange attachment to my heartstrings so that I smile anytime I catch a glimpse. Stupid tiny inward bubbles I cannot explain.

The dandelion reference got me thinking, and maybe I’m not done with it yet. Perhaps it’s because, in all the twenty-nine birthdays I have had, this is the first one someone bought me a gift. Even if it was from him, it’s a strange feeling to think of it that way, yet it has somehow distracted me from the usual routine of tears and low mood and lying in a depressive state.

My tattoo had a meaning once, and I’m here despite the road I have travelled. Safe an