Aydin and Alex stared at each other, unblinking, as the pulse in my neck throbbed faster. “I just watched her through the computer screen,” he said, as if in a trance, “and it was like my skin had been sliced open, releasing all this pressure I’d gotten so used to feeling my entire life.” His chest rose and fell more rapidly by the second. “And I could finally breathe and see color and shit. I felt hot, and the world suddenly looked so different, because . . .”
🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 whaaaaaaat
