Maya
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There should be a word for the kind of tired that comes after crying until your lungs give out.
The kind that makes your bones ache and your thoughts move like a raging beast.
I’m not even sure how I got home, if I slept or blacked out. Either way, I wake up feeling like I lost a fight I didn’t know I was in.
The room is quiet. It scares me a bit. But then I feel the warmth from the other side like someone was there.
But when I turn over, he’s not in bed.
Of course he’s not.
That would be too cinematic, waking up next to the man who comforted you during a wild breakdown.
I'm not sure what I was expecting, to wake up curled in his arms while he sneaks out to prepare breakfast for me.
Silly, really silly.
I drag a hand down my face and stare at the ceiling. My eye
