FELDA

I had been better than before.

Not healed yet… but breathing without pain, tearing my chest open every second. He didn’t show up. Since he came to see me that day... even though it wasn’t the way I wanted but still, it was something. It meant he would come if I pushed hard enough. If I used the right strings. And I had been ready to pull them again.

But not now.

I had decided to let him rest. To step back. To try and save myself before I lost what was left of me.

My chest ...