Delicate.
Alive. This room is not the one I remember. I am the center of gravity. I pull it all against my chest and hold on to the things that should be let go. My eyes meet hers across the hall. And I know that I am exactly what she’s looking for. My attention seeks my friends. She is nothing that I need. I am safe in the present with them. My mind keeps crawling, a recluse, back into the shadows. They’re the only place I still know where to find you.
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