IsolophobiaTogether was a false word. I lived day to day in a world of constant isolation, quarantine for an illness no one was aware of. Life was nothing but a cage of desolation, surrounded with grimy, concave mirrors that only show yourself in distortion, your pain in grotesque magnification.Isolophobia by Artemis-Meliticia
I dont know how I kept clinging to the bars. I dont know how I kept trying to peer between the cracks of the mirrors, even with my knuckles about to break through the skin and my fingers bleeding because Id been trying to pry them apart for far too long. I dont know what gave me hope. I dont know if one day the lock simply snapped or rusted imperceptibly, but the door creaked open and there you were, hand outstretched and that lovable smile on your face, your expression saying it all: you coming? I couldnt hesitate for long, and maybe you knew that, there was something in your face.
There was no gradual way to exit, no casual way to adapt from co