The room around her was small. She wasn’t sure when it had gotten small, but the air felt less than before. She could hear the pulse of her heart beat slowly, as she quietly sat in her spot.
She was afraid to move.
Afraid he would talk to her and she didn’t want to hear his voice.
She didn’t want him to come back to life. She wanted him to stay still, not move a bone.
Because maybe, she would be able to live with herself if she could pretend nothing had happened. Maybe tomorrow, she could stand up and walk out. Maybe even, she could continue her life unfazed by the incident.
If only, he kept quiet.
For the moment a word came out of his mouth, would be the moment of her downfall.