I shuffled down the stairs from Kyl’s building in a dress I could recognize even if I was blindfolded, the dress was made of smooth black silk, cut low in the back, clinging to places I couldn’t feel anymore. My heels clicked unevenly on the cracked pavement, each step echoing in my chest: clink… clink… as if I were balancing on someone else’s expectations.
I had so much going on for me but yet I felt so hollow, I didn't know why.
Even under streetlights, I could feel every shimmer in the city’s heat, buzzing through me like static. I felt disconnected: I had the money now, a publishing contract, the attention of a hot billionaire, but yet I felt I'm just a guest in my own life.
By the time I reached the doorstep of my apartment my legs were shaking slightly. I closed my eyes and inhale
