TYSON
I finally understood what it meant to straddle the edge of sanity and madness.
I hadn’t slept in days. The world around me felt surreal, like I was walking through a dream—or nightmare. Every time I bumped into a wall or grazed a piece of furniture, I’d catch myself wondering why I hadn’t just passed through it. I felt like a ghost, a shadow of myself.
Losing Gigi was like losing my purpose. Without her, what was the point of any of this? I scrolled through our old messages, rereading the last text she sent me:
Gigi: Love you, send you some snaps later
As if the words might change. As if they could tell me where she was now.
But the screen remained the same. No new messages. Just a string of my frantic ones.
They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and
