DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES
Pauciloquy (noun): brevity in speech.
DAY 30, HOUR 23
John and Aran twitched beside me.
Distantly, I felt the pain of a knife carving a word into my spine. The agony was muted because my mind was elsewhere.
The only thing I could focus on was the feeling of damp curls wrapped around my fingers and John’s back pressed against my front.
I was touching the two people in the world who meant everything to me.
The pain across my spine should have been overwhelming, but I kept forgetting to feel it. My mind was too overwhelmed with obsession.
My skin buzzed with contentment because the two people I was dependent on were in my arms.
All of us were together, so everything would be okay.
They were my everything.
Physical pain didn’t matter because I was touching them.
I was so grateful to be holding them that a tear trailed across my cheek. Love filled my chest.
Every night that I got to sleep beside them was perfect.
I only wished they weren’t also experiencing the agony. I wished I could take the pain away from them. I’d bear anything for them. They owned my heart and soul.
