and then something snapped. driven to the brink of sanity, some subconscious part of me slammed down the fire door as the blaze raged on the other side, and left me coughing on your smoke — but I was alive. that desperate, sad need to be near you lived on the other side of the glass. i wasn't whole — part of me would always belong to you — but i had hit the bottom and found i wasn't shattered, either. some piece of me was still large enough to be recognizable.
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...
