“Sometimes I feel as though I am being crushed alive, but it’s happening so slowly, no one believes me when I tell them. Sometimes it feels like the most important parts of me are the ones I can’t share with the people who are the most important to me. Does that make any sense?” “Yes.” His voice is barely a whisper, but it echoes in the depth of the well. “When someone has decided who you are, and they won’t let you change their mind, what are you meant to do? Where is left to go?”
