CHAPTER FORTY
ROXANNE
I stared down at the fishes in the fish tank a little too long to realize my fingers were growing numb from gripping the edges tightly and my breaths were ragged. I watch the fishes swim with no care in the world, breathing in and out— surviving, thriving!
I was jealous of them.
Yeah it was dumb as f**k to be jealous of fishes but as much as I was jealous of them— something about them triggered my inner trauma.
The longer I stared, the more I seemed to notice things that I didn't notice. One of the fishes was trying to swim to the surface, then it stopped. Not because it wanted to, but because it was trapped in a tiny fish mouth.
I could hear my breath loud and clear as I watched it happen. The fish was rather tiny and it looked starved but it managed to stom
