More than the grand mansion, the simulation room was close to my heart. It was second to my bedroom, which I had often frequented.
I think it came with attachment because my parents usually disappeared inside and wouldn't come out for hours. I had always thought they were busy making another me.
But when I finally understood what it was, I stopped imagining anything at all.
Taking Jace with me, I couldn't help but feel like opening myself up to him again. He lived in my house. He could see right through me.
He learned about my anxiety and depression. It was a little embarrassing to remember, but I'm also grateful that I was no longer alone in this battle.
I didn't even think of it as a lonely road before. But now, it would be difficult to adjust if I lost him or decided to seclude myself after everything.
Although our exchange last night gave me hope, I couldn't help but still think about the isolation thing.
