Fight
Avery's Point of View
As I walked past them, every step felt like carrying a thousand shards of glass inside my chest. My throat tightened, as if a thorn was lodged deep, making it hard to breathe. I kept repeating in my mind the one thing that had been keeping me from breaking apart. You need to do this, Avery. Para sa kanila. For their sake, not yours.
When I finally managed to get outside, I raised my hand to hail a taxi. The city buzzed with noise, horns, street chatter, the occasional bark of a stray dog but inside me, there was only silence. Cold, deafening silence. The cab stopped in front of me, the headlights washing over my shoes. I slipped in, gave my address, and pressed my forehead against the cool glass window. The driver hummed along with the radio, but I didn't he
