I felt like I was going to vomit. The green dashes had stopped their forward motion, completing the circle, but the file didn't open. I clicked it and I clicked it again, my heart beating faster. The folder. The JPEG.
The pixels came to life on the screen, but all I could see was what wasn't there. Your face.
Disappointment, relief. I could barely graze the words on the page. I'd go back to read them, resisting the anxious pull that told me I didn't want to do this. I'd go back because I didn't have to. To show myself I couldn't...
But I knew it was over. I knew I didn't want to be like this.
And so I hit the x.
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