2018-09-03

A story of relief

© Frida Castelli
I hold the red pillow in my arms tightly, and all I can feel is the sound of my heart racing, as fast as the anxious me is used to. The thing is, I can't stop thinking of the hug that I'm not quite sure it happened. I think it did happen, although no one can support my story. I clung to him with both my hands, while he was letting himself fall voluntarily upon me. For a moment, my heart was peaceful, and the time froze in every meaning. The racing slowed down, too. For a moment, I was in no rush to my own death. For only one moment, I was fully alive and pain free. 

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