“you actually shared it.” the words someone said, or maybe just the thought itself, it hung there, and for a split second that old familiar tightening in my chest, that little flutter that used to make my fingers ache to erase everything, it tried to spark. but then nothing. just the hum of the server, the quiet click of pixel rearranging himself on my lap, and this surprising, almost gentle resolve that the digital space isn't a trap to be escaped, but just… another place to breathe.