The venom shot past her lips and splattered on his face. The stinging pain spread through to his heart. He could see the hatred and frustration in her eyes. The only thought he had when he turned to see the empty spot where the car-seat usually sat was that he was thankful. Thankful that he didn’t have to hear this.
The dull ache that had been in his chest for months grew and spread like wildfire. He just couldn’t feel anything anymore. Everything around him blurred, the colors running together like a painting left in the rain. He tried to focus on the dirty room. The overturned table, the dishes piled in the sink, some even starting to grow life.
He turned back to look at her. A face that was once so beautiful and reassuring was now blotchy, red and stained with the tears of anger. He was struggling to think clearly. Nothing made sense. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Regret and pain poured into his heart. The tears fled from his eyes, trying to escape, his body trying to rid itself of the emotions that were taking over. Slowly the darkness crept in. He was losing his focus again. Waning in and out of clarity, he was losing the battle against the thick heavy cloak that was smothering him, choking the life and the will out of him, grabbing him by the throat, even squeezing out the lump that had formed.
He had no control now. The pain and hurt had conquered, posting their flag of victory in his head. He was not himself, this was not him. He was hollow. Empty.
He reached out. The click was the last thing he heard, silencing the heartache. Conquering the pain.
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....that's seriously deep. i want to comment but i feel anything i say will cheapen it.
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