what once was couscous now is cocoa
"I'm not so sure I was always Eloise."
"Well, sure." Audril shrugged. "Not until you decided you were."
"No, no..." Eloise shook her head, feeling the weight of it. "Like, I wasn't always heading towards me, here, now, Eloise. I chose more than just the name."
Which was a terrifying, bottom-dropping admission. Not just a crisis of identity, but the idea that she might be lying, to herself and to everyone around her. And for what?
"I'm just..."