“Sort of. Except he’s not the mountain in this scenario. They’re the walls he hides behind. Rain himself, he’s the oxygen. Not a want or a desire, but a need. And it feels like the higher I climb, the closer I get to the top of the mountainous walls around his heart and mind, the less of him I have once I reach the top. It’s like in an effort to get more of him—from him—the more I lose in the process.” And lose yourself too. Goddammit.
