LETTING GO OF MY OLD SELFLeona POVI had just stepped out of my therapy class. Marco was still at the waiting room waiting patiently for me. Smiling he walked up to where I stood, I didn’t think he’d really mean it when he said it, “Let me take you out, Leo. Dinner treat, just us”It sounded like something out of a different life, one I barely remembered anymore, a world before therapy, before nightmares had faces and names.He looked… soft, almost. Or maybe I was just tired, too tired to see the sharpness in him.“Ready?” he asked. His voice wasn’t rough like before, just careful, like I might shatter if he said the wrong word.“I think so,” I replied, even though I wasn’t. My hands still shook when I held my small clutch bag, and the walls still moved sometimes when the room went too quiet. But I wanted to try. Maybe because of him, or maybe because I wanted to feel human again.----The restaurant was too warm. Or maybe it was just me. The air felt thick, like it had been holdin
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