Katrina
My heart is almost breaking in my chest. No, it can’t be . . .. He
wouldn’t . . . not to me . . ..
I watch as he looks up and his eyes lock with mine. He jumps up, shouting my name, but I can’t hear him over the blood rushing in my ears. My legs kick into gear and I run so fast with tears pouring down my face, making it hard to see. Once I finally stumble outside, I can feel my heart break. I can’t breathe. I rush over the road, I hear shouting and car horns, but I can’t think, I can’t feel. I’m completely and utterly broken. Then it all goes blank.
(C) nadine Hall
Published on January 05, 2020 12:26