Mason's P.o.v

Everything hurts---Quite literally.

My body aches from the weight of my own emotions, pressing down on me until the claustrophobia hits. The air turns thick and stagnant in my lungs.

There were moments when I had convinced myself I had some semblance of control. I was now beginning to realize, I never had control. The illusion of control kept me sane for so long, and it's absence was tearing me apart.

i shuffled through the thundering club, keeping my eyes glued to Breyona.

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