I’m not happy anymore-
He sat hunched over the desk and said nothing.
I thought I could do this but I can’t. I’m holding on and I shouldn’t- I can’t-
I’ve become this hateful person I don’t recognise. I want myself back.
She stood there speaking at him- as every conversation went since day the curtain around them tore and let the light in. She’d speak to the wall he’d become and at a point in time had still wished for the wall to speak back…