Everything was proportionate. I had it all figured out, I really did.
The infrastructure that I had worked so hard to build and maintain was beginning to crumble, slowly but surely, and I couldn't figure out how to recover it before it fell completely.
It seemed as though the only thing that could save me at this point - the answer to my prayers and the trigger of my nightmares - was the boy who only wanted to hold my hand.
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