PRIDE
Jess.
It starts with the memory of our first meeting. The cafe where Jess sacrifices her meal allowance to feed a man she just met. The nervousness when Jess takes me to her ratty apartment and how thoughtful she was at her attempt to make me feel comfortable. The smiles and laughter come next. It’s beautiful and I let myself melt into it.
I howl in pain. It’s comes faster now. Electric shocks and searing burns. Pain of every kind escalates from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. Seizure. I’m having a seizure.
I force my eyes shut and plead with my mind to think of something else aside from the pain. It automatically thinks of Jess and her sweet strawberry scent. She cooked porridge this time because she knows it makes me feel better.
A sharp pain pierces through my st
