Between Heels, Silences, and the Promise of White
Sometimes, the universe doesn’t answer with words. It answers with mirrors. Jason had spent nearly the entire year locked in a cold war with his girlfriend. Endless arguments, slammed doors, long stretches of silence, and above all, the same accusation repeated like a bitter refrain: — You have no idea how much harder my life is. To Jason, it always sounded like exaggeration. In his simple, comfortable logic, her life seemed lighter, more protected, less demanding. Without thinking twice, he said it out loud — as if it were an absolute, undeniable truth. Until that final argument of the year. Hilda didn’t reply with words. She simply raised her hand and pointed a finger. The world spun. A sudden wave of nausea took over his body, his vision darkened, and the floor seemed to drift away for a brief second… before rushing back far too fast. When Jason opened his eyes, something was terribly wrong. Gravity felt different. Balance was unstable. An unfamiliar weight pulled his shoulders for...