Diora
“Have you ever stopped to catch your breath since the whole thing happened?” Marco's voice seeped from the speakers of my phone, filling the kitchen with a twinge of life more than it had encountered in days.
I shut the fridge, taking a seat on the stool before the kitchen Island, and popping the Greek yoghurt open. I dug in immediately, a little disappointed that my taste buds weren't able to catch on to the flavour of the thick, creamy liquid.
I couldn't even remember the last time I had a decent meal. My mind was churning with thoughts way too much for me to think about eating. I lacked the appetite to stomach anything. But I could feel an impending breakdown sooner than later and that's why I decided to indulge in a tub of yoghurt.
“I am breathing. If I stopped breathing, tha
