DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 103

8:41 Tue, Jun 30

Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Daisy

“I’m not drunk,” I laughed.

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“That place is dangerous!” His voice was tight and careful. “One slip and you could fall, you could get really hurt-”

“Since when do you care about me?” The words came out easy, almost amused. I kept my eyes on the city “You never cared. From the start, remember?”

Silence behind me.

Then- “I heard what happened in there.” His voice had changed. Quieter now, stripped of the earlier sharpness. “And I am truly sorry for not hearing you out first.”

I said nothing.

“Daisy?”

“Don’t call my name,” I said, suddenly feeling the weight of the entire day settling onto my shoulders all at once. The gala, the man, the slap, the wine, and Norman’s face when he told me I never changed. All of it sitting heavy and exhausting on my chest. “Can you just leave? I don’t need your apology. I don’t need you to understand what happened. I don’t need any of it.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment.

Then I heard a loud exhale behind me and then nothing. No footsteps. No voice. Just the quiet of the night and the low hum of the city below.

I waited.

He was gone.

I let out a long slow breath and felt my shoulders drop. The tension of the evening unwound itself gradu like a knot being loosened one thread at a time. The city stretched out below me un every direction all gold and silver light, beautiful and indifferent. I could breathe out here I could actually breathe

I looked down.

My stomach dropped straight through the floor

“Woh-”

The ground was very, very far away. Farther than I had registered when I’d climbed out here The bake ony railing had seemed like a perfectly reasonable place to stand twenty minutes and several glasses of wine ago and it was only now, looking straight down at the dizzying drop below, that my body decided to fully process the information.

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I gripped the railing tighter.

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Okay. Fine. Time to go back. Simple. I just needed to turn around and step back over, and everything would be completely fine.

I shifted my weight and looked down at my feet.

The railing was narrow. Much narrower than it had felt going out. My heels weren’t helping. There was nowhere to put my feet to turn without-

I looked at the drop again.

I looked at the other side.

I looked at my dress.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

My heart was beating very fast now. I pressed both palms flat against the railing and kept completely still. which was the only thing that felt remotely safe, and took a slow breath through my nose.

I was stuck.

I, Daisy Wright, CEO of Wright Dynamics, had climbed onto a balcony railing five floors above the city while tipsy in a floor-length gown and sent away the only other person out here, and I was completely, utterly stuck

“Okay,” I whispered to no one. “Okay. Don’t panic.”

I looked down again.

I panicked.

I had no idea what to do.

I stood completely still, both hands gripping the railing, and tried very hard not to look down agam Locking down was not helping anything. Looking down was making everything significantly worse

I looked down.

The drop gaped back at me, patient and enormous, completely unbothered by my situation

I snapped my eyes back up.

And that was when I saw someone familiar Norman

Far below, just outside the building, a small figure in a dark sun standing apart from the scattered guests near the entrance. I squinted. He had something between his fingers, a thin curl of smoke rising from t

My brows pulled together.

Since when did Norman smoke?

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He had never smoked. In all the years I had known him, through everything, I had never once seen a cigarette in his hand. I stared at him for a moment, genuinely thrown by it, before remembering that this was completely irrelevant to my current situation and also none of my business.

My current situation being that I was stranded on a railing several floors above the ground in a floor-length gown with nowhere to put my feet.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Somebody else. I’ll find somebody else.”

I looked along the balcony in both directions.

They were empty.

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