Ethereal: Broken Desires and Quiet Nights
I took all the thoughts in my head and separated them one by one. Then, I began to place them side by side, lining them up as if I could make sense of the ruins of myself. As I watched his fingers move, I lived through everything he was telling me. He moved slowly, but I wasn’t bored. His rhythm matched the sinking feeling in my chest—the slow, inevitable collapse of everything I had intended to become. He spoke, and no other thoughts crossed my mind, even though I could feel the weight of the memories, like stones, crashing down in front of me. Heavy waters swallowed them whole, and yet, I continued to listen. I couldn’t distinguish between him and the void in my heart. His presence had seeped into my very bones, rearranging everything inside me the way he arranged the words he spoke. His fingers bent differently from the freckles on his hands, like he was casting a spell over the pieces of my shattered soul, collecting the fragments that fate had mocked me with. My love, my desi...