When there’s nowhere left to go, and the past path is completely and irrevocably crossed out, all that remains is to breathe. And even that is insanely difficult, because memories keep eating away at you, just like life continues—and keeps bringing unpleasant gifts.
I have nothing left but pain. The very feeling that the one who threw me down on my knees and made me taste champagne on my body adores. There’s nowhere left to move. And now I have to learn to breathe again. At least to breathe…