I Am Mustafin
His nonchalance in the face of this impossible moment makes everything feel surreal, dreamlike.
I move forward mechanically, barely aware of my feet carrying me into the office. The click of the door closing behind us echoes in my ears, impossibly loud.
And then, like a dam breaking, everything crashes down on me at once.
For the first time in what feels like an eternity, I feel. Not the muted, distant emotions I’ve been swimming through, but raw, overwhelming feelings.