How can a single moment be the best and worst of my entire meaningless existence? Nothing has burned brighter or stung more sharply than this moment. Nothing has ever lifted me this high while simultaneously slamming me so hard into the cruel ground. Nothing sings and stings with as much potency as Rue Chamberlain’s unknowing declaration of her love to me. She talks about me like I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to her. But I am not. I failed her. The room feels like it’s pressing in.
