ALIANA

I don't plan any breakdown.

It just happens.

I'm sitting besides him as usual, but then my hormones take over, and I just cry. He looks peaceful.

That's the one thing that infuriates me.

‘I hate you,’ I whisper suddenly.

These words have surprised me as much as they would have anyone else, for deep down I don't mean it.

"I hate that you get to sleep," I continue, my voice shaking. "I hate that every morning I have to get up and act like everything is fine and you get to sleep right here while I'm slowly losing my mind."

I squeeze his hand tight.

“I'm scared,” I...