..::.. Chapter 69 - Unstick ..::..
My eyes unstick. I watch the ceiling. It's that moment when you're okay but feel this heaviness over your chest …. and you ask yourself, "What is it? What's terrible?" Until you remember. It all comes back.
I accept the horrible day on its way. I turn on my side and close my eyes, wanting to die.
Jess is there, sticking a straw through lips and the cool drink goes down my hot esophagus to my stomach. I do nothing but swallow it down along with the sorrow. No choice but to.
Something else to feel terrible about; my state, all the stitches and bandages, Jess—the epitome of care, patience, and love.
Love. What even is that?
Fuck that, and all.
I swallow, and sleep swallows reality.
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