I tried to get away from it all, to silence the noise in my head, but it followed me everywhere. I was running out of excuses, out of ways to push her away without losing her completely.
I knew I was slipping, and every time she reached out, I felt like I was being pulled under.
There was a part of me that wanted to tell her everything. All of it. About the years I spent buried in self-doubt, about the childhood that never felt safe, about the pressure that never seemed to stop. I wanted to explain why I felt like I was always on the edge of a breakdown, like the smallest thing could tip me over.
But how could I explain that? How could I tell her that I was scared? That I was scared of being the man she thought I could be? That I was terrified I would ruin everything because I couldn’t even fix myself?
So, I pushed her away again. And again.
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A Different View
Short Story"A Different View" tells the emotional journey of Zayne, a man torn between love and his inner struggles. After meeting someone online and quickly falling in love, Zayne finds himself overwhelmed by his own mental health battles-depression, fear, an...
