No one left, but nothing was right. There was no point of return. He said something that she couldn’t unhear:
“You need to stop blaming me. This is all you.”
She felt like she has been catching breaths in a confined coffin for months. It was the kind of death she couldn’t announce. She was too afraid people would easily identify the murderer. She whispered to herself:
“I need to stop blaming him. This is all me.”
He always let the silence last. While her mind repeated his sentence, his mind started to pick up the word ‘sorry’. His tongue was trying to resist himself from doing good. He couldn’t say the word, yet the letters were already lining up on the tip of his tongue. His tongue froze, he breathed cold air.
Nothing about them was heartwarming. They were hot and cold with no in-betweens.
