This spark filling our chest must be paralyzing every muscle, keeping our hands gripped against the same bundle of nerves that bind them, and now I’m stuck in this moment, frozen at the peak of a sensation…Is it one that I’ve felt before?

Something about the memory seems to shove that cold tension off a cliff, falling deeper into my chest and through a patchwork of nerves inside me. And like an attempt to catch a falling icicle, the feeling slips past every nerve until it crashes somewhere south of my belly button and shatters into a thousand pieces.