I’d decided right then, and a newfound respect colored the lens I viewed him through. I wanted to know everything about him. All that he’d faced, survived, and even the things he hadn’t, because some things we never quite make it through. We merely learned how to walk through life while still living in our own hell. I didn’t think either of us noticed that our gazes were latched on to the other’s until something heavy hit the ceiling, snapping our connection in two. My stomach did a somersault, and there was suddenly not enough air in the tiny room for the both of us.
