He was not good company in my despair. But he was company and he was the only company I had. I share that night with him. Only him.
We were the only two that breathed oxygen from the air I screamed in. The only two who felt the blows exchanged by fists. We were the only two who shared that time and space. No matter who and how many people I tell my story, he will still be the only one who was actually there.
We are connected. We are connected and I don't know how to free myself from these memories. Free myself from this Hell.