Yes this is short but I thought it captured that feeling you get when you tell someone of a past abuse. If you’ve suffered it then you know. It’s something you must tell, especially if you truly intend to let someone love you but it is (or for me) has always been in a similar detached manner like you read here. You do tell it factually, you do offer “just the facts”, because time has passed, the abuser holds no place in this new life. This story was good because it gave me that same feeling, the stillness along with the chest ache. I thought breaking it up was smart, you’re in the current moment, then it transitioned you to that mental detachment the person recounting the event would feel. You can’t help but go back in your mind, but then you get to the end and….your back with your loved one and all that ugliness is long past.
Very smart, very powerful, especially for so few pages.