CALIX
She is only just crying. But why do the air in my lungs feels like it is stilling?
What is happening?
What I had in mind a second ago was anything but stare at her shocked like this and feeling uncomfortable stings of guilt that I am the reason for these tears that she is shedding. My muscles that had been tense with rage before slowly becomes lax.
She slides down to a crouch on the floor as I subconsciously let go of her.
I still just stand there, watching her cry like my feet had been cemented to the ground. Taking a short deep breath, I'm about to turn around, forcing myself to start leaving. Wanting the sight gone from my mind, I walk faster in hopes that distance from that would also distance the thought and the image of her just now in my head.
When I reached the lounge, I immediately pulled out a smoke and lit it up. A lot of minutes have passed, but that image of her is only growing in my head. So is the fucking guilt! I don't understand. What is this?
