“ A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden. ”
Each memory rips through me, and although I stow myself against the emotions, I can’t prevent the pain that accompanies each image. Pain for a love never acknowledged, pain for a friendship now gone. Pain for a loss I can’t possibly endure.
~ Christine Fonseca
The questions push me further into the space in between, the place where my madness lays waiting for me. I struggle with each question, determined to extract some sort of answer, an explanation for everything that has happened so far. But no answers come and I’m forced to acknowledge the feeling lodged between my two worldsTerror.
She’s right in some ways. She doesn’t need a shrink. But she does need to remember. I need her to remember, remember and still choose me. Choose us.
My mind is quiet now. There is no fire or ash, no sulfur or shattering glass. Only silence, empty and cold.
