For me, sleep was a traitor that night.
I tossed, turned, and stared at the ceiling until my eyes stung. The room was quiet except from my roommate’s even breaths coming from the bed across the room and the faint hum of the heater in the corner but inside me, it was chaos. So much chaos. My chest was too tight, my thoughts too loud. And it felt like I was going crazy.
It was supposed to just be an ordinary evening, just me blowing off some steam at the basketball court. It was supposed to be just me trying to forget anxieties bubbling around Skylar and I. Just that. But then she showed up and everything was no longer the same.
Her.
Even though it happened hours before, I could still clearly remember how meeting her and talking to her had happened as if it was happening right now—her wa
