I'm high. Thoughts I usually push out of my mind reappear unrestrained. They're floating, I'm drifting. I could pull myself together, obviously. Instead I lie back literally and metaphorically, and let them be for once.
'You made yourself…'
'You rebuilt yourself into someone who can endure the unbearable. Who lives on, at the cost of freezing the injured parts.'
'Nevertheless, recently your solidity has cracked. Your survival instinct has faded.'
'Do your research…'
'Sociopaths aren't insecure. They don't need support.'
'Sociopaths never long for contact.'
'Their hearts don't keep feeling phantom pains.'
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"Hello, John. Did you come for me, too?"
A/N:
Huge thanks go to the incredibly helpful Ariane DeVere for betaing and encouraging.