it would have hurt less had i never seen you again. had you packed up your life and moved on with it, truly moved. but the fact that i still saw you at all meant that i still saw you everywhere: in a stranger's face, in the reflection of a passing train, on the insides of my eyelids as i fell asleep. i had nowhere to run without you chasing, nowhere to turn without your eyes staring back at me.
i had nowhere without you.
YOU ARE READING
(everything) you left.
Short Storya slow descent into insanity. i'm going to be honest. i don't entirely know what this is. but if you're up for short "chapters," questionable metaphors and yet another round of personifying mental illnesses into the people who triggered them, come o...
