The living room was suffocating, the quiet weighing on us like a thick shroud. Camille's fingers danced over her laptop's keys, her motions exact, yet the atmosphere in the room was heavy with untold reflections. The screens' light brightened our faces while we gathered closely in a circle, still processing the aftermath of the livestream. Outside, the world was on fire both literally and metaphorically. Our reality, my reality, was now in the possession of millions, and the responses were flooding in every second.
I reclined on the couch, my body sore from the battle, the tension, and the turmoil of the previous hours. The gravity of what had just occurred was sinking in, yet I still couldn't release the pressure in my chest. I revealed the reality. I had announced it publicly. But what was the significance of it all now? The timer on Camille's laptop blinked in the backdrop while she reviewed the comments coming in rapidly.
