ROMAN
Some days, I wanted to split my skull open just to find whatever part of me was wired differently.
People wanted love: I wanted possession.
People wanted comfort: I wanted complete surrender.
Somewhere inside me, something has been built wrong.
As I felt a fist wrapped around my heart, its claws digging in and making it hard to breathe, making all sorts of things go through my head, I finally understood why my father taught me restraint and told me to hide myself.
Because this wasn't a side anyone should see. This wasn't a side that should be out there in the world. Everyone will turn away from me. They would turn their backs on me, and I'll be alone. I would be buried in that dark place, the sand covering my nose until… until I couldn't breathe.
I could already feel myself s
