“Josh.” The panic bled into his voice. “Josh!”
I didn’t answer or say goodbye.
I signed out and kept walking until I hit the blazing heat outside the prison.
I had closure, but no one told me closure was such a bitch. It clawed at my bones and ripped a bloody gash through my heart until every breath became a battle.
But instead of trying to assuage it, I embraced it. Because even though pain hurt like a motherfucker, it proved you were still alive, and it was only after it faded that you could finally heal.