Connor
It snuck up on me like it always did. First, quiet. Then loud. Then everything in between. My body folded in on itself, fetal, like maybe I could crawl back into the past and fix it all — tell my dad to take a cab, beg my mom to get a second opinion, scream at myself to feel the damn grief instead of hiding it in bottles and bad decisions. But I didn’t get that chance.
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It snuck up on me like it always did. First, quiet. Then loud. Then everything in between. My body folded in on itself, fetal, like maybe I could crawl back into the past and fix it all — tell my dad to take a cab, beg my mom to get a second opinion, scream at myself to feel the damn grief instead of hiding it in bottles and bad decisions. But ...阅读更多