The Knots that bind
Rushing to her side, my hands shook as they met the knots – complex and cruel. With each tug and pull, I whispered reassurances, though my voice quivered with every word. “It’s alright, Vivian, I’m here now.” Her own whimpers were the only response, punctuating the silence between us. With every freed knot, it felt like we were both loosening the binds of our strained relationship. The ropes fell away, but it was more than physical freedom that we were both desperately clawing for in that moment.