“All I can hear is him. With each heavy breath, he draws out more of the air in the room. He breathes it in, makes it his own before breathing out again, sending it over to me, forcing me to exist on something else he’s recycled. I try to breathe less, to hold my breath, until I have to take in a deeper lungful when I can’t hold it any longer.”
— Jun 09, 2025 08:40AM
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