“You seem to remember every single detail that your body relived the trauma again.”
I snorted. Of course, I’ll remember every detail of that night. It’s been the subject of my nightmares for five years. The scene lives in head rent free, haunting me every night to make me remember every single detail.
I chose to stay quiet despite his eagerness to know what was going on with me. It wasn’t like I could share this load in my chest with him. If I want to survive, I need to keep this act straight. If I tell someone about this, I’d only be blamed for what happened again.
We were sitting on the sand. I was hugging my legs, while Lucas was spreading his long limbs like the man he is.
“Alright, I won’t pry any further. What made you like that? Instead, can you answer this question?” He scoot
