I just match him stare for hollow stare as images of myself from Google flickering through my mind. ” Voice back, emotion nonexistent, tone unsure.Ĭolton stares, willing me to say more but I don ’ t. The condescending chuckle falls from my lips, the first break in my fraudulent fa ç ade because it ’ s so damn easy for him to say. I can feel his fingers tense from my comment, see his Adam ’ s apple bob from the forced swallow, and notice the tick of muscle as he clenches his jaw. “ I just don ’ t know… ” My voice is so soft, it sounds so very different than the storm of anger that rages inside me, and yet I can ’ t find it within me to show my emotions. Unsure how to respond to me when he ’ s always so sure, he just nods his head as our eyes hold steadfast. ” My voice fades off as the disbelief I have to take stock and let him know the damage control I ’ ve done takes hold. How can one moment, when our world seemed so right, resurface and cause our perfect life to spiral out of control? So why do I feel like it’s slipping through my fingers? Our happily was supposed to be ever after. Now it’s the catalyst that threatens to tear us apart. The night she made the world around me so much more than just a blur.
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