The Anchor I Abandoned Drowned Us Both

Everyone said I was crazy.

Only Simon Carlo told me I was normal.

He would sleep in the closet with me, wrap his arms around me and pull me out of the cold depths of the refrigerator when my mind fractured, and offer his own forearm for me to claw at when the urge to hurt myself became too loud to fight.

Simon was my anchor in a pitch-black sea. Without him, I would have drowned long ago.

But in the end, I ruined it all. He caught me in the most wretched, unforgivable lie.

In our home, in our bed, he found me tangled up with another man.