(Nicholas)
I sat in the quietness of the cabin after the press had left. The air felt heavier, but in a way, better, too. It was strange. For the first time in years, I didn't feel like I was suffocating. I didn't feel like I was bearing the burden of my deceit and guilt all alone.
It was out there now. The truth. Every mistake I'd made, every selfish thing I'd done. I had said it all. There was no taking it back, and that scared me. But it also made me feel free.
I'd been running from it for so long that I'd forgotten what it felt like to breathe. Now, I could finally let go of the fear of being found out. Everyone knew the truth. There was nothing left to hide.
