165. Things She Cannot Unsee

Nova

I don’t know how long I sit there, all I know is the pain circulating in my body and I don't want it to go away. It's the only way I feel alive and I think I deserve it… I don't know.

The porch is cold beneath me, the wooden steps pressing into my thighs, but I barely feel it. My body is folded forward, arms wrapped around myself, head bowed like I’m praying for something I no longer know how to ask for.

Inside the house, he’s asleep…. holding me. The ...