Dying to Escape Your Love

When I woke from a three-year coma, everyone treated me like spun glass.

They were terrified of something else happening to me. Every minute of my day was carefully divvied up so that I was never, under any circumstances, left alone.

My little sister, Lucy, took the morning shift, walking with me around the block to help rebuild my withered leg muscles. In the afternoons, my childhood best friend, Connor, took over, dragging me to arcade bars and coffee shops to pass the hours.