Love Angel X (Benny Watts TQG)

Part 1: Shaking

I sat in my chair trying not to think, which sounds weird when I say it. The apartment was as cold as ice, Snow fluttering from the sky beyond the vast new York skyline sitting halfway up my apartments little windows, the drips of the showerhead and the ticking of the clock on the dining table fighting in a rhythmic way, I tried my best to keep my bare feet away from the cold floor, my hand keeping my head up as I stared blankly at the wall, I tried to avoid thinking, and not thinking, Not about chess, not trying to focus on anything at all, but my hands felt like they were shaking like if I even tried to hold a chess piece it would fall from my fingers, My chest felt tight and stiff when I breathe in often my breaths would stammer or stunt where I knew I was trying to fight back tears, but I couldn't help my mind flooding with things I had since tried to forget...