Love Before Graduation

My mind had stopped working, so I stepped out into the corridor to give myself some fresh air. The corridor wasn't spinning. I was.

Maybe I was losing it.

Maybe I was just... alive.

I was breathing, sure—but it felt like I'd borrowed someone else's lungs.

My fists weren't at my sides, they were buried somewhere inside me.

The door shut behind me like someone had carved a verdict onto my back—

"Nothing will be the same now."

I didn't know where I was going.

Maybe nowhere.

Maybe exactly where no one goes—inside myself.

Then a voice grabbed me.