It feels like lightning in your veins, and you swear this time you’re in control. The noise, the bodies, the rush — it all drowns out the questions you don’t want to hear. You laugh, you say yes, you go along. But later, in the silence, something inside you starts screaming. You remember the look, the touch, the moment you crossed your own line, again. Your chest tightens. Your excuses crumble. And as the truth presses in, a single, terrifying thought begins to form: maybe the person you’ve been running from is yourself Continue reading…
