I was in a state of raging tranquility. In the silence before the breakdown of my storming thoughts. I was blinking my eyes in sync with my audible heartbeats, but I wasn't in focus.

I wasn't yet balanced.

They took him back to his cell after we talked, and I sat back on the same uncomfortable chair for so long. So long they were wearing I blacked out. Yet I was still in confusion.

Yet I still believed that I was never in an honest relationship with someone.

I heard them call me to 'kindly exit the room' therefore I did, then I found myself crying in the arms of a stranger in the middle of a neighborhood I never visited.

"Things will resolve themselves," the stranger's friend told me. "Please don't cry."

"Please tell us," she-the stranger-requested, and I did. I ranted about everything that happened to me from the beginning. I ever mentioned unnecessary details about my childhood. Their expressions were a transition from surprise to shock. From wonder to fear. From pain to care. To nothing.

"What do you want to do now?" They asked me after the silence that remained.

"Focus."