I stumble as I move toward the door. My limbs feel light, as if they are disconnected from my body. My vision is fizzy and my head is aching. There is a tingling sensation from my head to my toes and everywhere in between.
I can do it, I can walk away. I’ll call my mother. Maybe she will answer this time.
The door handle is in my grip. I have a tinge of doubt that stops my progress. No one will ever love me the way he has. I am a raw being. Exposed with nothing left to give.