If the world slipped off its axis and unravelled into oblivion, this is the moment that would play on the screen of my mind. Here it is in slow motion: the beginning of the end. I unlock the bathroom door. The mustard light from the bulb, a dagger to my head. The sourness of vomit coats my mouth. A muffled Stevie Nicks song. The door opens lazily, rusty hinges croak their anger. In the dark, the scene is a plagiarised shot from any romantic drama. I breathe, forgetting to exhale. Here it is: The man I love kissing my friend.
Yashaswini Sharma is a writer, filmmaker, and artist currently based in Lithuania. yashaswinisharma.wordpress.com pagesinshots.substack.com Instagram: @pagesinshots