Loved these parts particularly
For all those people who think I have a hero complex, I definitely didn't beat my chest and scream out like a Tarzan swinging from the rooftops. I waited patiently, confident that she would either roll her eyes in disgust or turn her face away lest my eyes strike her with lightning. Instead she looked back into my eyes, her fear replaced by a strange emptiness.
and
Now there is just calm, a partial hollow inside me. The perspiration makes me feel like I'm wearing a shroud, but I'm used to the discomfort. I can taste salt on my lips and I wonder whether I'm sweating or crying. I definitely feel exhausted enough to shed a few tears, but my eyes are surprisingly dry. I try to inhale and exhale, but I continue to feel breathless. It's always been this way for me-holding onto whatever life I have inside me. It's only when I'm facing danger that I learn to let go.
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