His gaze finds mine once more when I take too long to respond, and that powerless feeling from earlier returns. Trapping me in that dizzying place between then and now, as I lose myself in the eyes of the first boy who ever broke my heart. The boy I’ve now spent far more time and energy than I ever planned to spend in a single night trying to figure the fuck out. It’s as if he pulls the truth from the deepest, roughest part of me. “I don’t know where else to go.”
