As the screen fills with the white background of her document he now knows exactly why she never came to talk to him the night before and again why she looked as though she was crying this morning. William hoped that this was over now but it seemed to only be starting, her form engulfed in his sweatshirt had been the last thing he had seen that brought him peace… and now he wonders if she was trying to embody the abyss he was always so afraid of to let her disappear now.
“In life we are told to forgive and forget, to let it go, to take the high ground and not to stoop to someone else’s level for an unseen self-righteousness that lies protected within the walls of our own minds, however, there is no peace when said individual grows up wanting the very narcissistic demons they’ve lived wi
