By the time we reach the apartment my head feels forcibly weighed down as if it is being buried alive under the eruption of unravelling thoughts. I feel lost for words; speechless, unable to break free from my racing train of thought despite the burst of conversation flowing around me while we all settle into the warm living room after a long, chaotic day.
I’m unsure of how to feel while the uncomfortable heavy beating of my heart continues to thump rapidly under my ribs making my stomach churn as I process the details of today’s unnerving events. Was it really him? Is my mind playing tricks on me?
“Well, that went well,” Dakota jokes, taking off her coat. “Maybe we shouldn’t go out anymore?” she teases.
“It could have been worse…” Mato snorts as he crashes onto the sofa with his siste
