The Flatshare

by Beth O'Leary

If midnight is witching hour, 2 a.m. is dwelling hour.

That feeling again, the trapped hateful rage at hearing someone you try so hard to love saying the worst things.

Remind myself that there is no saving of people – people can only save themselves. The best you can do is help when they’re ready.

and it all seems too good, as if we can’t possibly deserve it, as if we’re taking too much happiness and not leaving enough for everyone else.