I woke up suddenly in my bed, like I'd never left. I looked over my surroundings, taking in the familiarity of my room.
And soon reality came crashing down like an unwanted storm. Eros was dead- I would never see him again.
I'd never get to have another conversation with him. I'd never get to touch him or feel his touch- something that gave me a piece of home. A feeling of being safe and that I could forget about the world for once.
And that made me cry- not just with grief but for missing someone I would never get to fully know. I wouldn't get to know what his favorite color was, what he loved to do, his favorite food- as trivial as those things are.
I wouldn't get to know him.
And it was all my fault. If I had been normal and hadn't needed his help in being fixed, nothing would have
