Her secret wasn’t the worst thing to be outed for when comparing it to those that had already been brought to light, but it was still a secret. Her secret. The one thing Jillian had kept to herself for fear that those around her would call her out on her own bullshit. She placed herself onto a high pedistal, making it known that anyone who tossed themselves into another person’s relationship were trash. Trash for purposefully being the wedge that caused a rift in what could’ve been a happy relationship. But it had been due to her own actions. One thing about the brunette that no one knew, she had been that person. The other woman. The one who climbed into bed with another man for what? Love? The love he always claimed to have for her, but never enough to leave behind his wife. A sad reality.
It was the text from the Peacher that forced Jillian Taylor to be at the Graveyard, taking shot after shot with hopes of numbing out her own feelings. Feelings of anger, regret, sadness from being thrown aside when the man no longer had any use for a woman like Jillian. “If you’re here to tell me to chill out, don’t.” Downing yet another shot, the brunette brought the lemon to her lips to drown out it’s bitter taste. “But, you’re more than welcome to join in. More than enough tequila to go around.” / / @peachesstart
