No amount physical therapy has managed to purge my fear of crashing. None of the bleeding washed it completely away.
"That's lovely," I breathed, thinking of sex.
Not sex with him, just sex generally.
I actually enjoy the solitude and time inside my own head, but occasionally I have to remind myself not to be afraid. Of the hungry and addicted men who smell like urine and hide up on the concrete shelves under highway bridges.