Curled up in bed, my head resting on his shoulder I felt a single tear flow down my cheek. The glow of the laptop screen lit up my face as he looked down, aware my breathing pattern had changed. I caught his eye and the wall holding back the flood burst, the tears now streaming, messy and unrestrained as they tracked their way down to my chin.
The screen in front of us gave no clues of what could be wrong. But without a word, he understood. This wasn’t just a film, this was my life. An eerie comparison, the first time I’ve visually experienced someone going through the same pain as my own. The music echoed through my mind, haunting my thoughts as I cried for all those who have suffered.
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