Backseat !

“ It is so, so hard to not live in the past when everyone he’d ever loved was there. When it was a time of safety and comfort and peace. When he was someone untouched by hurt, someone who could still be loved. The memories are like a soft blanket, drifting over him and tucking him snugly. Eventually, as it always did, nostalgia grew claws and tore at his mind, but for a brief second he could breathe. He could inhale without his throat tightening, the cool air filling his lungs before he was dragged down again. “