Flash Fiction – Let Go

Sometimes fear is a crippling thing, operating as an inescapable veil of inaction. But sometimes, just sometimes, it is the undesired push you need to take back what is yours.

Stephen knew this, but to admit the latter would be the unraveling of the toxic world he had built, and he wasn’t quite ready for that.

He loved her. He knew he did.

Her smile was more potent to him than the most illicit of drugs, her presence was a blessing that he counted everyday and her words were a monument he would cling to selflessly.

That was where the problem lay. He held so tightly to the words and actions of the one he loved that at some point he forgot where he ended and she began.

He’d searched. He really had. But all he found was a twisted contortion of his own emotions and a rancid ego that hungered for his despair. His own self lost among it all.

He waited and waited. He clung and clawed. Too afraid to let go and acknowledge that his house of cards had already fallen.

If only he had. If only he let go.

He might have found himself.

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