I focus on my breathing, and my heart calms down. It has been this way every time my birthday is coming up. When my parents died on the day of my birthday, I didn't exactly know how I felt. I was not sad because they died on my birthday—but when I was growing up, I was beginning to understand how sad that birthday had been for me, and it might be the reason why my heart would beat fast as it remembered the traumatic event that happened on my birthday. After I finish eating, I try calling Rocco again, but I'm forwarded to the same voicemail, telling me the same thing.
There was something different in the way Rocco had acted when we were having s*x. I didn't think so much about it, but looking back at it right now, I realized he was rather strange. I was blindfolded, but I could feel that h
