I’d come here to escape, to untangle my thoughts and distance myself from the chaos that had become my life. But no matter how far I ran, I couldn’t escape him—
I needed to feel his words beneath my fingertips. The weight of them. The way they seemed to bleed off the page, staining my hands with truths I wished I could forget.
It was always the same. No matter how vivid her fantasies, no matter how much she tried to convince herself there was something between them, reality always snapped back into place, reminding her of what she couldn’t have.
