Okay, maybe I had been more than slightly bothered. Maybe it had felt slightly like a punch to the gut. Maybe I’d felt breathless, and maybe I had been turning it over in my head ever since. Pressing on the bruise.
Okay, maybe I had been more than slightly bothered. Maybe it had felt slightly like a punch to the gut. Maybe I’d felt breathless, and maybe I had been turning it over in my head ever since. Pressing on the bruise.
“Most people have that kind of memory. Of a time when you disrespected someone else, humiliated them, and in the process you felt like you’d debased yourself as well. Like you had betrayed your own morals, and, as dramatic as it sounds, that you were beyond redemption. A hideous lost cause.” - Love Is A Rebellious Bird