You want to scream at the top of your lungs. You want to smile and laugh. You want to cry softly to yourself and hope no one notices.

A gust of wind pushes the branches of a fallen tree, leaves dead from hanging themselves, tapping rhythms onto the bedroom window.

You wake up with the hiccups, gasping for breath every five and a half seconds, your heart muttering a palpitation.

Gasping for air, hoping that someone will be able to pull you out with only the stars to light the way.

So you grasp onto the closest person.

And you wonder how much more your heart can take.