A R V I

I stood there, unmoving, as his words sank into me like slow, piercing needles. My heart wasn’t beating normally it was erratic, confused, pulled in a dozen directions. Each truth he had just thrown at me hit like a collision, the kind that rearranges not just your body, but your soul. I stared at him, wide eyed, the floor beneath me turning unfamiliar, unstable, like the ground itself was rethinking whether I deserved to stand on it.