But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

‎Because if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.

My breathing begins to slow. The tension in my muscles starts to relax. Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air. I open my eyes to bright moonlight. And Hannah, with warmth. Thank you.

My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.

I waited a second. Should I? No... but I will.