There was a snapping sound from within as every taut string that had been holding my heart for so long flinched away, and the red thing dropped like a stone.
I felt my hands. They were cold and wet. Like a small ocean pebble, I lay there and waited for every shuddering wave to gently wash over, numbing every inch of me that had once felt so warm.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
There was a snapping sound from within as every taut string that had been holding my heart for so long flinched away, and the red thing dropped like a stone.
I felt my hands. They were cold and wet. Like a small ocean pebble, I lay there and waited for every shuddering wave to gently wash over, numbing every inch of me that had once felt so warm.
