“So I’m just supposed to do this forever?” “Fall and get back up? Yeah, I think so. What other choice do we have, you know?” A low, rumbling ugh escapes my mouth. “I was hoping I was special.” It’s facetious, of course, but sometimes my subconscious desperately wants to be the exception. Erica laughs. “You’re not. I’m not, either. And isn’t that the most comforting thing in the world?”
