62. I have questions

ERICA

Antonio was reaching his breaking point. I could feel it in the way his golden eyes glinted when I ignored him. I felt his rage peeking through the gentleness when he had asked me this morning if I was going to keep ignoring him. I could feel the thread of his patience stretched taut with tension, on the verge of breaking apart. And despite all of that, despite knowing that he will lose his control if I didn’t give something to him, I couldn’t come to terms with the loss my heart has already accepted and the pain that was so overwhelming that if I started speaking, I’d only scream and cry.

Not only his turbulent emotions, I could feel my own walls trembling with the force of my decision, the steps that I’d have to take. I tried to keep my feelings, my anger that came from my heartache under lock and key but that lock was slowly weakening with the pressure and the time that passed with each second and minute and hour pulling me closer to the end which was clearly in sight.

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