“ There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead. ”
What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.
~ K.a. Tucker
He said the truth is like that water: it doesn't matter how hard you try to bury it, it'll always find some way back to the surface. It's resilient.
There’s something different about him, and I don’t have to think hard to see it. Something about the way he takes over a room, the way he looks at me, like he has already identified and can disarm every one of my defense mechanisms with no effort, like he sees through them to the disaster lying beneath. And he wants it.
I walk away,I walk away from the voices,the shouts,the disappointment. I walk away from my deceptions,my mistakes,my regrets.I walk away from all that I am supposed to be and all I cannot be.For all of it is a lie.
