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"The Stairs to Elsewhere"
10/10
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The man in the suit stood barefoot on the cold, wet stone, heart hammering against ribs that felt too tight. His tie hung loose like a noose he’d finally loosened, shoes abandoned miles behind in a life that no longer fit.
He had escaped the way he always did—suddenly, desperately. One breath he was trapped in the city, choking on blackouts, traffic, and the unbearable weight of pretending to be whole. The next, he stood before the impossible stairs, tears blurring the impossible green beyond.
Sometimes, wherever he was, he just really wanted to be elsewhere.
The portal pulsed with warm, forgiving light. Lush leaves danced in a breeze that carried no fear, no sirens, no eyes watching his every move. At the top, the lone tree waited like an old friend who had never asked him to be anyone else.
He took one trembling step, then froze, throat aching.
Sometimes he’s not comfortable in his own skin. It feels wrong—too tight, too borrowed, stitched from shame and exhaustion and all the versions of himself that he never wanted to become.
A quiet sob escaped him. The stairs didn’t flinch. They simply waited, bathed in golden promise.
He breathed in salt air and distant flowers, let the tears fall freely, and began to climb.
With every step, the gray world behind him faded. The crushing loneliness, the suffocating mask, the endless ache of not belonging—they grew softer.
And for the first time in years, something deep inside my chest cracked open… and began, just barely, to heal.
I was that man.
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