After effect

I realized, when my body was in its worst condition, that this was about the fight for wanting something more than what every day can give you. It was about the fight for believing in something bigger than just yourself. The second I touched him when we were inside of our tiny corridor in the middle of his war, was when I started to listen. I realized that a sound doesn’t have to be something you can distinctively hear, it’s something you have to find, and when you do, it’s all you’ll want to feel. He was all I wanted to feel. I felt torture every time his skin came into contact with mine, but I also felt pleasure. My screams became music to my ears, helping me through the pain. And soon, the screaming was all I wanted to hear.

A.Hughes.