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I can’t getup
This is what love does. This is always what love does.
Aruins you in the end.
Floods of emotions in, only to flow out once again in great sobs of distress.
The ground is damp with all the tears I’ve shed. Muddy face, I can feel the grit in my teeth, up my nose, irritating my eyes.
“Rya, it’s time to get up.” Clayton is behind me, urging me to pick myself up. I wish
somehow I could.
“I’m going to help you get up, but that’s all I’m going to do. I’ll take you back to your house. You can’t stay like this.” I can tell when he gets closer to me. I hate him, but I hate myself
more.
I open my mouth to scream, but no sounds come out.
My body is shaking its betrayal when his hands make contact with my arms, electric energy pulsing inside me into a soothing relief that I don’t want to feel.
“Rya, I’m not sure what to say.” He picks me up off the ground, setting me down on my own two feet that want to crumple underneath me.
Somehow it’s impossible to support my own weight. So he now has no choice but to support
- me.
Tremors ripple my flesh from within, skin on skin contact that my flesh craves, but my mind loathes.
Words refuse to answer him back.
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I have done il
self. I have no one to blame but me. I should have been stronger.
should have stopped it, fought harder against it
1 was weak
“Take a step for me, Rya, one foot in front of the other.” Clayton sounds like his voice i cracking inside his throat.
rying to take a breath in, I suffocate on the rush of pain so deep, it feels as if cracking, except it’s my heart that’s peeling away.
How long does a heart take to disappear?
In this moment, I need for mine to be gone.
my
bones are
The only male that has ever seen me worthy of love, and I ruined it. I threw it all away with
a kiss.
All I have left are memories now. That’s all I will ever have of him…memories.
Hopeless, the word doesn’t mean enough.
Dallas saw me kissing him. He will never unsee that; he will have that with him forever. How could I even convince him I’m not a cheater, because I am?
“Another step, Rya. Walk for me.” I can hear him, but my eyes refuse to focus on anything. The puppeteer working the puppet, he’s stringing me along where he wants me to go.
“Rya, take a big breath in. Breathe for me, Rya.” The panic vibrates in the wobble of his
voice.
“He’ll come back for you. He was just upset. He’ll be back. Take another step, Rya. You need to keep walking. That’s it.” My legs start shaking again with the image of Dallas’s eyes, how they looked at me.
“Don’t you fall down, do you understand! One foot in front of the other.” Burning heat saturates into my skin where he’s holding me up. Most of my weight is in his hands, my feet only dusting the ground. Sometimes I miss a step, but he won’t let me fall.
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“It was wrong of me to come to you. It was so wrong, but I couldn’t stay away. I had to be selfish one last time. I had to just see you one last time. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I just thought I could let you go.” His words sound so far away from my ear, but I know that breath hits my neck sends drumming fingers down my spine his lips are close. The w
that pools deep inside my core.
Clayton opens a car door for me. Was it my car that I drove here with? I try to think about how I got here, not expecting Dallas to be leaving as soon as I came
had time to shave his head.
Before he can put me in the car. I vomit on the ground with the disgust I have for myself.
He holds my hair away from my face, letting me empty the contents of my self–hate for the earth to soak up. It’s not fair for the dirt to have to hold all that vileness.
I’m an old brittle paper that’s crumbling.
I let my head rest against the glass window, watching nothing as we drive.
“Kya, time to get out of the car. You can do this, one leg, then the other. Now walk toward the door.” I can’t see anymore, I can’t talk anymore, I can’t anymore.
Love destroys.
Week one
Heartbeat flat lines…
Anxiety waking me in the middle of the night, clutching my chest, sweat trickling down my skin. It’s so hard to breathe, but I do.
Statue still, it’s easier if I don’t move, don’t talk, don’t think.
Clayton is here along with my parents and sisters; it’s gone supernova. Hatred over so many years bubbles out of mouths that have been silent for so long. My family says things to him that can never be unsaid, but I think it makes them feel better. I’m a silent spectator
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watching the gladiators compete, flinging insults at one another, accusations on both sides falling on ears that burn with truths. It’s a domino effect. He says, they say, the fury of words are like blocks falling one right after the other.
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