{Warning: Mention of suicide. Please don’t read if it triggers you.}
I don’t know what to do. I feel numb. Empty. Alone. Lost. It feels surreal, really. And I really wish it was.
“Justin, honey?” Mom’s voice is gentle as it brings me out from my dark and haunting thoughts. I slowly look up from my intertwined fingers placed in my lap.
“Yeah?” I croak out, biting my bottom lip to desperately stop the tears pressing on at the back of my eyes.
“Oh, honey.” And she’s there almost before the words leave her lips; on her knees in front of me while clasping my shaking hands in her...
