CARMEN
Tim didn’t just sit beside me; he drew me in, fully.
I was pulled onto his lap, arms wrapping around me like he was building a barrier around me where nothing else could touch me. My side pressed to his chest, his chin brushing the top of my head, one hand rubbing slow, steady circles into my arm like he already knew I was about to unravel.
And I did. I unravelled completely, the reality of everything hitting all at once.
I didn’t filter or hold back. Nor did I try to make it neat or easy to understand.
I just spilled everything.
Every thought crashed into the next, and memories changed shape as I tried to process all the emotions swirling inside me. It was like memories were fully unlocked, but in a way that made them truly what they were, not the distorted versions I though
