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Trauma is a haunting, twisted bitch. It twists and churns the things you think you know. Confuses what is real and what isn’t. Some traumas wear on your soul tirelessly, while others… well, those traumas we simply erase.
My mind is hollow. I want to cry and scream, but what I really feel is nothing.
“No one could convince me that this moment isn’t real. Even if I’m not, then so be it. The rain greets me nonetheless. The sun warms me anyway. This moment means something to me… that is real enough.”
As if his beautiful mind can read me like an open book, he brushes my hair back. “You are real. This moment—this moment means everything to me. Real or not.”
