House of Confetti.

There was a slight shift in the atmosphere, but they wouldn't know. 

Something inside her healed. 

She wasn't killing herself anymore. 

Truth be told she wasn't scared anymore. 

Where her strength came from, well, they wouldn't know that either. 

But she was fine and there was nothing more to it. 

Wrestling in her mind of what to do or where to go and who to invite. 

Life can't always be a party.