this is not what love is supposed to look like. It's not supposed to feel like you're drowning and you're scared you won't be able to take another breathe again. Alone but given away. Here but not. Not smiling or crying, just, confusion and rocks that turn into boulders in your throat. Not walking or stitting, just standing and observing. Watching life go right for people but stay frozen for you. So cold yet so chokingly hot and uncomfortable. This is not love. If it is, it's killing me.
Environmental- In the small town of Holcomb, its size was emphasized through the statement that everyone knew each other to the point that front doors were kept unlocked. The town was one small wasteland.