I feel like I’ve swallowed the hook, like something sharp and merciless is wedged behind my ribcage and I’m just waiting for it to destroy me. Every time I think about her, it tugs. Every time I remember her saying I like you or think of her on the roof, looking at the stars, it tugs. Even though apparently the last two months don’t matter, it hurts. Even though she thinks I could do this to her, it hurts. It hurts and I have to do something to try and fix it, no matter what.
