I sat before my bathroom door. It would be strange to think of how many memories and secrets were made behind it. Scribbled on top of the bright white paint were three words.

Inhale
Exhale
Breath

I had no clue when he'd written it. Most likely on the many occasions the rest of us drank ourselves into oblivion.

When my anxiety would act up he'd be the one to say it. His voice was calm and his touch was gentle. Inhale. Exhale. Breath.

Now instead of his voice he left written words for me to memorize. A mantra that meant everything and nothing at the same time.

I balled my fists in rage. How could he do this to me? How did I pay so little attention? Why has his voice already started to fade from my mind?

It wasn't fair.