[Christian Castillo]
I knew this make-believe I wanted to build between us, no matter how hard I tried was a sham. That was the thing about make-beliefs, they were built on fragile, most delicate bricks which would come crashing at the first sign of a storm. This– us? There was an us now? Of course, there was. I couldn’t deny it to myself. I could never even hide it from myself, however, this us was crumbling. Fast.
Time slipped from my hands and panic rose in my chest, shooting out my ribcage yet I managed to stay still, watching the woman who had crashed into my world, burning mercilessly every ounce of order I had built from scratch. The words dripping out of her in strangled pain, I reach out to hold her when she pulls back like my hands are scalding. Like they were a lava, and she
