"I don't know how to want things in a small way," Cory whispered. "Every feeling has to be an emergency. Every crush has to be a crisis. I don't know how to just… be held. I only know how to burn."
"That wasn't a relapse," Marcus said. "That was an assault. You used a safeword. He ignored it. That's not on you." love junkie sub
Marcus nodded slowly. "I know. And we're going to talk about that. But first—" He set down his tea and took Cory's hands. "First, I need to know if you're safe. Not physically. Inside." "I don't know how to want things in
Paul had left a note on the fridge. "Call your sponsor. Not me." I don't know how to just… be held
Cory wanted to argue. He wanted to say that quiet want felt like death, like boredom, like the proof that he was unlovable unless he was performing.