Before I got to ask if you are struggling or where you are, my tears were dropping.
Breath
Jessica felt tears staining her cheeks. She laid still, bared and vulnerable. She tried minimizing her movements. The heaving of her chest ached as she tried muffling her sobs, concealing them from the person sleeping beside her. An arm s over her waist, pulling her closer to the other person’s warmth. She held her breath.
One.
She closed her eyes.
Two.
She managed an even breath. Slow. Slowly exhale, yes, let your muscles relax. That’s it, Jessica. Now, breathe, take in what oxygen you need.
Three.
Exhale. And she found herself relaxed. The arm remained around her waist, the other person’s fingers flat against her bare abdomen. Her partner’s heaving chest and beating heart coaxed her to sleep.
‘Sleep, Jessica.’ They sang, ‘You’re tired. I’m tired. Let’s rest. We’re aching all over. Forget about your thoughts. Forget about her.’
And it was then that thoughts of another person awakened her mind. A particular face came into view as her brain’s gears turned, painting a picture of someone she held dear. And still did.
Krystal Jung.
Oh, Krystal…
Like a switch, her eyes’ floodgates opened and renewed tears fell in torrents. How could this happen to her? To them? Why did this happen?
Jessica could only muster a quiet sob as she squinted, further c
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